With any new space in life comes isolation
Coming out with quiet steps and low voices
Walking in circles to get used to the whimpering images
Of where you came from

Like wading in the ocean, you are lifted off your feet
and left bare when the waves pass
humbled in the reeling tides
washing footsteps away

In time we all run in circles,
remembering what it felt like
the first time you treaded there
hoping to not trip on the quick flurry of memories