Several years later I stand outside the house I grew up in. Sunlight warms my face as a spirit of splendor stirs in me. I feel like myself again. I can’t name the hour that it happened, but only recall the sensation of wholeness as I stood beneath the branches of those oaks of righteousness. I am transported back to my childhood. I remember how my neighbor Clinton showed me how to rake trails through the fallen leaves. After supper I connected the backyard trail to the front.
I still walk the path of one big circle. A quiet resolve moves through me — a forgiveness for every failure from early 2008. I feel more than restored, but somehow reverted back to my original form. I make peace with the past and finally step forward. It’s not that interesting but I’d like to keep it a secret, and have something left to give.
