Back To This Place

She drags me through

To the exterior

As often as she can

I step into the scent of pine needles

Bewildered by the chill

And the wind that seems to coerce pride

Into falling quietly to the ground.

My footsteps crunch as

She takes me

Further into the unknown

Where I thought we had traversed many a time

But now seems foreign in its strange

Guise of rustling, tumbling change

Was the sky so clearly seen

Before from where I stand? I don't

Remember having such vivid view of overcasting grey

Or hearing, as she stops to sniff at the edge

Of the creek, insects serenade

When had I last ventured on this path,

Was it not yesterday?

But now is no longer tomorrow

Clearly not, since snow seems to be

But a day away

We tread carefully back through the quiet dusk

I look around again

As she stops to mark one last place

I still can't understand

How my door is now a portal

Every time she and I go out

Yet the absurdity doesn't occur when we leave

But instead found in the way I forget to return.