Coming Down


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

 

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