Fiunary, Scotland, July 1999
Where is me?
Did I wander off somewhere
And get caught
In a far off world
Where I was never meant
To be?
Where has this
Hard, contorted stranger
Come from?
So serious. So sad.
So not me.
Where can I find me?
Must I go back
And search
Every hidden world
Recasting nets
On endless seas?
Should I confront
The imposter?
Get mad. Get mean.
Force liberty?
Or should I wait?
Rest awhile.
Stop.
Unfold from fretting.
Be.
Prepare the way
For the bruised, confused me
To sniff the safe world
And come home.
Free.