Memories

In the labyrinth I go,
  winding, wending, following
    the trail forward.

Watching, waiting for God,
   expecting to meet,
     then the smell.

I am back, back,
  back to the forest,
    back to the platform.

Gorbie, gorbie,
  cries the jay,
    once more a child.

I find refuge,
  in the midst of all,
    all of life's storms.