I woke up thinking of places

where we could go to 

but return we must

The journey of an expedition

to strive and strive

and climb a peak,

be there

and return.

And what do we return to

or what do we carry back?

We return to our loved ones

our friends but mostly to 

ourselves, comfortable

with the glow and warmth of inner fire

now burning slow.

And yes, we do carry 

but all within us

so filled we are with the 

sights, sounds and the drift of the air

But where do we hold 

these unfolding scenes around us 

and those spaces of the trees hugged by us

against whom we might have leaned

resting for awhile

What seemed gone with the wind

and gone with the time

continues with me,

in a different state of matter

transforming me.