One year on

Today is a year to the

Day when I left from

The violent and the

Turmoil.

When I left because my

Mind was become bent

Into someother thing I

Neither liked nor

Could halt from

Within.

Having left life is calm now

I don't need you nor your strife now

In the space that is created

Life blooms full.

It blooms full and it blooms still,

With a promise bright before me

And those who bless me with

Their time and with their

Loving.

With the year gone

And the trees bloom and

The paths lit out again

I feel good for the time

Yet to come me.

Broad skies and new horizons

Explored with one who

Sees this also, who

Opens herself to wonder

Joy and everlasting.

A year on is not

Sadness,

Nor bittersweet

Angered madness

Nor perplexed

Wondered

"What the hell was I thinking"

It's a new page and a

New chapter in a new

Book 

Pages leafing 

In a languid

Sun-drenched Sunday

Afternoon.