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Falling Back
by Maura MacNeil

You try to fall back into your past
when you drive through the flats and close your eyes
just for second to find it outside of you
in that thin spit of land that hasn’t changed in years:

it’s the same boggy marsh and snapping turtle crossing,
the same ancient willows at the edge of the road
that for your lifetime has signaled the nearness
of a far away home.

You’ve become like the dying man who has
taken down his childhood bed from the attic
to dream through shortening afternoons
so that one place within might remain as it is--

As a child you closed your eyes and
often held your breath in the backseat
of your mother’s car on this tar patched road.

You believed this memorized landscape,
this knowing, would not allow you to disappear.