Back from High Range

struggles, incredulous.
like the back-door of our house in Ramshackle, you didn't swing back home, smack, at just the right time.
there was a low-down, gut-right blast in our hearts and you came, dizzy, on the crest of my dime.
it wasn't you she asked for, it wasn't that you were even a last thought, it wasn't so much as a flicker that you weren't there yet, not in time
but that you just hazed out
you couldn't understand yet, too cloudy to move, too stunned to jerk,
confused enough to lose your balance
and fall into the only arms that would hold themselves out to you,
and you cried then.
water when you've only got dry land.