The Return (188 of 365)

Day 188 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day winsome meaning: "charming in a childlike or naive way."

The Return 

I am sure there will be a return

I am sure that there is a winsome sunny shore for me

Do you recognise the feeling of drowning the way it ages you in an instant and then the tension releases and droops and unspools

And becomes sloppy elastic and tired...

A sunset is a pleasant bookend

It's a conclusion 

No one ever considers what follows it when the Cowboys ride into it

That the orange glow and darkness benign and cool gives way to the radiant tyrant of a new dawn 

And the crow clawed sleep deprivation of the day

I long for a return 

A return to what? 

Going backwards to youth 

To feel sand and nothing else

To feel all the cares being absorbed the clots of problems and issues and minutiae being drained away pouring down the drain swirling the drain oozing out spiralling down 

Accept the hopelessness

Embrace the coolness

And then you'll find yourself there spat out tired but luxurious raking on the shore and your feet will take the sand and you'll rue the day 

You ever despaired 

For respite has come

The redemption has come

The resolution has come

The revolution has come 

The return has come.