I look around and see that I am home.
But from where? I must have been
somewhere, and returned bearing something.
I ache, I am tired from the weight of it.

The mind is vast and powerful.
It is an empire of its own.
It has a harbor full of ships
and armies raised for civil war.

I send out ambassadors into the darkness
dripping from the trees about my house.

Did you see me pass by yesterday
or any time this afternoon?
I would have been wearing this shirt,
this shade of old wine with blue stripes.

I might have looked this full of sin,
this lost. I would have been walking
alone, carrying everything.

Kyle Kimberlin
August 27, 2007