Half a year to be absent from the shores of my true life
was harder than I thought it could be;
harder than it ought to be, to step back into my old life.
Half a year wrapped in the cold throes of old obligations;
creating the endings I sought,
shaping forever-links to friends and memories.
Half a year to lay the old to satisfactory rest;
the past is settled, the future is open
|Lilies at the edge of the jungle.|
Notes – I wrote this after spending 6 months in Rochester away from Dennis and Max in Belize while tying up my career at Mayo. It was much more stressful than I had anticipated it would be, even though I visited Belize twice during that time.