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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

The Way Back

I’m following a string
I’ve been trailing all my life.
It goes through bedrooms and gardens,
crosses highways and climbs trees.
It is difficult to follow at times.
To fall off a cliff twice,
to almost drown,
to make love tangling in a ball,
but I keep up,
amazed by the forgotten places
I’ve been,
confused by the doors
I’ve opened and closed.
But with each step,
each knot,
I feel the approaching power
of an old refrain,
a joy I’ve spilled.
The umbilical of my spirit
guided to the origin of its beginning,
home at last before nightfall.

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