Leaving the Cave

It might take your eyes a moment to adjust,
a painful, eternal moment, the splintering
of life into ‘then’ and ‘now’. It might take
a lifetime to learn how to see through
these fresh eyes; to hear the chirping birds,
the wind rippling across wild goldenrod,
the fresh smells of spring, of autumn,
all so different than what you were told of them.
And yet,
while you sit in the crisp air, surrounded by green smells and
soft noises,
you may find yourself itching, yearning
for a return to someplace
that no longer exists.

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