Having been 
here before 
I know 
that now
more than 
ever since 
is when 
one must 
if one 
ever will
and therefore 
does again 
for this 
is that 
very why

I found my heart 
in the root cellar 
hiding behind cans of 
pickled beets and tomatoes 
way back tucked away 
in a dank corner 
crying no actually that
had stopped now dry
but I knew it
having seen faint salty
rings all around it
like little chalk outlines 
where bodies lay dying 
one in the same 
I thought then staring 
one in the same 

And now 
it’s been 
too long 
long I
can handle 
but too
it’s always 
the too
that does 
me in
causes the 
cave in
the landslide 
reshaping and
reshuffling of 
the landscape 
long gone 
now too

I have found my
very own peace in
the oddest of places 
for the place though 
familiar is also strange 
there is a place 
that when finally found 
is understood to have 
been there all along 
it’s just been invisible 
and only ever apparent 
to those who see
that there’s nothing else 
never been never has 
never will never mind 
whatever else others say

I missed dawn 
having spent hours 
with you gazing 
studying you like 
some adventurer planning 
his next journey 
looking at mountains 
and valleys and 
rivers that flow 
and follow form
as I trace 
my path I
hear the sounds
of your wilderness