Daydreamer

There were times when only the slightest breeze could carry him years backward,
beyond the porous border between trauma’s first scream and misery’s latest gasp.
When the seasons changed, he was even more vulnerable to these sudden departures, taking flight no matter what time or place.
Presently, he was again ensnared. This time it was the the trees’ sprightly flutter and fire-like splendor.
Taking in the tranquility he could never seem to find, his being began to uncoil,
slowly unraveling his heartbreaks and sorrows
but before the next falling leaf found its place upon the ground, he returned.