Poem: “Boomerang”


Is this my boomerang,
finally returning?

Is this the Wheel of Fortune,
spinning me back to where I was,
flipped on the head,
seeing the other side?

Is this something rotten planted years past
that now blooms
after I cleared the clutter
and freed my own yard from weeds?

When the ice rattles,
when the words slur,
when the monster I thought I already killed
I can’t help but think:
This is my punishment.

Because now it’s my turn.

My boomerang is back to teach me
my own sins
and its kiss is
not gentle.

© 2021, Saratoga Schaefer

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