wanderer

More and more
these days
I find I am a wanderer
in memory.

My present holds
no promises of joy.
So I retreat to times
when I then knew
as I don’t now
fierce  welcomings
accomplishments
the touch of love
and even a small sense
that there was God above.

Forgive me
if I appear detached
from you.
I am not here.
I’m living in my past.