Loqueesesencial

Perhaps I left myself back
In the endless green
Almost devouring the mist
So low it seemed to trespass knowingly
Every so often a single patch of brown
Striking me like a bad omen
Momentarily staining serenity
But then it would fade with the blur
Or perhaps I left myself
Sitting on holy ground
My ears resounding with joy
Becoming alive and tangible
Through the frenzied actions of children
As I joined their foray of ecstasy
Not like a stranger, but a sister
Wherever I have gone
A small fragment of self has gone too
Tracing itself upon smiles and sidewalk games
So that my presence remains
If even in a small black rubber band
Bound to a young girl’s wrist
Although I have left myself
I do not feel empty
For I have gained light and love
Laughter and life
And I think that really
I have not lost anything
Myself is but what I perceived it to be
Days before
But what I have found
Is eternal.