When you turn around and find yourself lost
Somehow wandered too far outward or too far inward
to places dark and tangled
having roamed so far out
or been stuck, curled up, frightened in one of the many corners of the world.
When things have turned sour and you find yourself
in toxic space and all this is somehow seeping into you
suffocating you
and then someone who you know a lot, or may be just a little
opens a window and this allows air and light in
reaching and filling all the spaces you thought were lost for good
calling you back to yourself
telling you terrible jokes so you remember these eyes can roll as well as cry
and this belly which felt like it had been scooped out
could also be overcome with laughter, so much that it aches.
And you hear the scrape of chairs upon the floor as one
is pulled out for you, at the long table
where you find yourself
in the good company of gathered lost souls
who were found again somehow.
And within you remember too that your heart is still there,
not because it aches,
but this time, because you were called back.
