New May

 Last May was magic

I was struck by lightning

but this May brought me rain

after the Sun glared for months

The first fall felt like 

magic again

like the last sentence of a chapter

or the start of a new one

now my story continues

in places I never thought I'd ever find myself

I found myself, in bits and pieces

scattered in little rituals

in phone calls and cups of tea

between long walks and

early morning flights

I was always meant to be 

free