Rewind

Undo a kiss
move backwards
disentangle yourself

pause stand up
turn left and walk
south towards the door

say good-night
to the evening sun
lace up your ice skates

move one foot
glide into night as if
your life depended

on it until you waltz
until you hug yourself
until you find where

you first were born
in the wrinkled arms
of your father’s embrace

(c) Caroline Johnson. Previously published in DuPage Valley Review