Absent in Both Worlds Valentine

I didn’t hear the wind howling
I slept through the micro-burst
I hung out in the spiritual world
on some back street that looked
like Palmyra in the 7^th century BC
I had forgotten all the languages I spoke
and yet I couldn’t help alternately
laughing and crying at certain reminders
perhaps the storm outside reflected
the long war I witnessed within
I wandered through crowds searching
for something or someone I kept turning
hearing a gate open behind me
but when I stopped and looked
only a gardener was there