Coming Down
by Denise Fuehrer Burnette
I remember a time
when I lived in my mind
a floating head
wandering through the cognitive landscape
knowing something was missing
but what?
My hunger was a need
to fill the void
the emptiness I had created
how much?
how often?
I knew only by clocks and calories
Desire was a dirty word
I knew no desire
I knew only attachment…clinging…
Time has passed
and I have learned to listen
to the hunger
and the thirst
the desire
and the pain
within me
I have arms now
and a belly
and on good days
lying on the beach
I have legs too
And I wonder
sometimes
where have I come
all these years
of fear and confusion
going places
I never knew existed
I feel the weight of my leg
resting on the heel of my foot
I have come down
I have come home