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Queensbury

by Richard Vince

The distinction between time and place
Her become blurred in my mind:
The town will always be to me
A juxtaposition of late childhood and
Growing independence, a destination
I discovered alone while in company.

Perhaps that is why I have failed
To find it since, even though I know
Exactly where it is. It has always
Felt somehow just beyond my range.

That year, I replaced fear with
The spirit of adventure, a willingness
To explore rather than rely
On others to decide where I should go,
What I should see pass my window.

Has that fear crept back to keep me
From returning? Fear, not of the
Unknown this time, but of the known
Failing to match long held memories;
Fear that I might find a tint
Of rose in my mind’s eye after all.

Everywhere is everyday to someone;
Somehow, this knowledge does nothing
To diminish my hesitation, and so
I keep to my comfort zones,
Rediscovery still stubbornly beyond
Time’s great horizon.

02/26/2019

Posted on 04/03/2019
Copyright © 2019 Richard Vince

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