1.09.2012

missing

scotch started in anger but
serendipity brought me to solace
a collection of poems,
20 years behind me.
puerile and naive but the sights
and even smells all came back.
names long forgotten remembered
dreams and traumas relived
beaches buried
typewritten pages
the bottle at the bottom
dimensions of self forgotten
i miss poetry

writing it
living it
breathing it
being it