Fortune Cookie

You reappeared did you not?

I was warned was I not?

But you came again,

quietly, surely, you came again.

Stirring up the red clay dust of hope that lays on the ground of my soul.

Long settled, long undisturbed.

I with teary eyes strain to see your face, through the haze.

You smell of the earth, you smell of my dreams, you smell of my pain.

I reach for you, hoping, oh hoping, that with touch I can recall your form.

That I could remember what fingertips long have put to memory.

But it is not you, I find, no not the form that I once knew.

You are different, the same,but different,

somehow,

someway.

All the words I had prepared to send you away now fail me,

trapped in my throat.

You've come again, but you are new.

Somehow all things are new.