Long Gone

Sometimes, when I can’t relax, I drag my subconscious
into my town’s rolling fields
and stretch out, feet first above the clouds,
singing and dancing. I close my eyes.
Somewhere below me a rosy cheeked child tastes her first spoonful
of Swal’s cookie explosion ice cream. I open my soul
and let my body soak in the sun at Heritage;
swinging branches ripple across my mind, a low lying doe
dashing across my thoughts, falling back, suspended I know I am close.
The memories burn as years replay.
I think of reentering that atmosphere;
my long, burning past.

-KA