I'm not sure what I came home for. When I was flying south over Arkansas, I thought it was for a funeral. I thought Adam played a part too. I thought it was for closure.
Now I'm wondering if it was to redress the past. Not the past as I knew it, but the past that I'd denied, the past that I'd colored with my stubborn teenage angst and my blissful physical and emotional distance. I think there was a larger plan, a greater force at work on me, like gravity, pulling me back down to Earth. To Discovery.
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