My feet know the way,
and I trust them.
It is a humble, everyday sort of magic, I suppose.
And so, at last, with their guidance, I wander into the hushed gallery
and am bewitched afresh — utterly, completely, hopelessly.
My eyes blur with sudden tears,
and I am alchemy of emotion.
I breathe in greens, lavenders, golds;
I exhale serenity.
Hello, old friend. It’s me. I’ve come to stay awhile.