RETURNING TO MYSELF - by Michael Zittergong

In those days the world regarded me from a
distance

I filled myself up, and nothing really
mattered

It hurt

It hurt until I got mad at myself

Then the world approximated me

What a nerve, I wanted to be left alone!

I took a swing at the world. And then another
one. And another..

A mighty storm rose carrying many days load
of heavvy rain

Yes, the world invited me to swing with it

So I threw myself into the world and recieved
numerous hits at my sweet spot, the way it
should be

Until

"Clear off", I shouted, "please", and the sun
shone through and the land was in blossom and
the land

Was me