Misplaced

Things
put behind you
deliberately
differ from the
things
you leave behind
and that are
never claimed
at life’s hat-check

what happens,
happens
whats done, done
over and out
see you later
where the hell
did you disappear to?

Prodigal poet

I’ve come back to visit

been quite some time
which is no specific,
I know

where I have been what
has transpired in my
absence

is not all that important
neither is the ‘why?’

I have returned here, to
this time, this place
to put pen to paper
thought to tangible
idea

thoughts left behind
revisited
idea tried, discarded,
recycled

old notebooks, yellowed
paper, frayed tablets

enlightenment elusive,
may yet be revealed