Myself

Running, running, Trying to find myself – But who am I? Where am I? If I don’t know Where I’ve been How can I find me? Have I disappeared Between here and there? Between there and here? The calendar is empty, The spaces blank. Time runs backward Past things left undone, Words never spoken. Places almost forgotten, People I don’t remember. Birds have eaten The trail of crumbs, And I can’t find my way. The wind whispers, “Don’t go back. There are only regrets.” But I don’t believe it. The memories are warped By time and space But they are more clear To me than reality. And then I see her. The child I was is there, Hiding in the apple tree With the forked branches, Right where I left her.