One's Feelings about One's Experiences

When one returns from a trip, one is no longer gone,

but present again, as if some magician has been

turned inside out.

This magician is an idiot and so his gloves aren't white

and under his new trees are new weeds.

On the trip, one may experience family relationships, including

the relationship with a father, a mother, a brother, a sister-in-law,

a niece, a nephew, a wife, a daughter, a son, and perhaps

other relationships. These back-and-forths can

be classified as fulfilling or unfulfilled, hurtful or helpful.

There are many ways to categorize these episodes. One

can place them on the spectrum of a trip, or "vacation," if you will.

In malls, one may misplace their little girl

and become terrified and angry. One may mouth words like

"What the fuck?" and "What the fuck?" and "What

the fuck?" One may also mouth a saying like "What the fuck?"

Other proverbs may flash through an experience 

like bits of rice in a soup. Also, food is expensive or free.

The airplanes are very similar and the airports also

have a sort of ease about them that requires little

in terms of new processing. 

One can be grateful to be home, noting home is always better

than anywhere and noting, too, that the turtles are

still alive. Noting, also, the garden has grown and yet

the grass isn't extravagantly high. Green

is beautiful color, be it when one returns

or when one is gone. 

One can feel all colors begin to make sense.

One can all feel all sense slipping into useless color,

substituting one shade for another.

The kids sleep or do not. Cry, or do not. Eat, or do not.

Then, in a little fan of hope, one feels

the possibility that nothing is lost. That all is arrived.

That the perfect spreading of return is complete.