I’ve found
my hill
it’s the 
perfect size 
not to 
summit for 
I’m done 
with that
but rather 
to ride
down and 
climb up 
over and 
over again 
I am 
finally child

You know 
I remember 
I remember 
it all 
though vaguely 
like a
book I’d
read sometime 
like an
old mirror 
that’s lost
its shine 
and a
cushion past
its softness 
and shape 
I remember 
it all 
like this 

Ghost ghoul
and goblin 
I haunt 
places and 
people where
I’ve been 
like objects 
removed from 
dusty shelves 
no longer 
there but 
for the 
impression of 
once was

The pathway 
was loss
the gateway 
is self
the same 
journey taking 
different paths 
merging at
one place 
the apex
summit crest
or cusp

This then 
this now 
that I
have followed 
and found
thread crumb
or treasure 
has led
to this 
wayside rest
stop and 
overpass upon 
and under 
I stop
leaving the 
storms to 
the sky