Longing to Be Lost in Paradise
Like a blind salamander, I have
spent a lifetime feeling my way along
damp cave walls, and stepping
on and over stalagmites,
as if I had even an inkling
where I was going.
Now though, coming and going
has merged into one,
and defining distance,
trajectory and plotting
a soft landing, is
unnecessary.
What remains is this
fervent quest to once again
discover the doorway
that opens in and out,
an homage to free will,
as if that alone would be
sufficient to quench this
longing to be lost,
ever lost, in paradise.
©Paul Goldman July 31, 2022
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