What breaks me is not force
but absence.
I have not walked the mountain
in a week.
I miss the boulder’s shadows
accented in morning light.
Recovery is not recovery
if I fail to leave the house.
Exploration used to comfort me.
Now it is familiarity.
My smart phone plays
Blue by Joni Mitchell.
Feelings refuse indexing or sorting
anything resembling order.
Certain danger is present,
I hold my breath.
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