The familiar landscape
catches my breath
and reels me in
toward home.
When the palms shadow
the sky along my road
I know
I’m almost there.
It is just how I left it.
Yet, somehow
it seems smaller.
I sense the changes.
Rip Van Winkle’s shadow
plays tricks on my memory,
and I wonder,
“What was I expecting?”
That the world would
stand still just because
I was gone? or that
I would be the same,
simply because I feel
that way?
I left a child.
In Neverland,
I found my wings.
I want to fly away.
I never could have guessed
it would take so long to be grown.
But, for now at least,
I’m home.
© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson
Personal Abridgements: Living Well Together 
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I remember when the transformations hit me.
The first one was when I fell in love.
It took a while before the next phase kicked in.
Now I’m having to watch every single one of my chickens leave from under my wings and struggle on their own – watching and praying from afar that they will get to the point where their new life is their home and they are happy and safe in it as they nurture their little ones under their wings – until they too fly the coop.
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