At long last
After the stories have been told
And the memories polished
And the claims made
"I was there"
After every carved bark has turned to dirt
And every hurt
Has faded into a shrug and a sigh
And a chuckle of surrender
After gasps and exclamations
Shaking heads and gaping mouths
All the awe and wonder
Has condensed into a thick, sticky substance
Collected on the bottoms of our shoes
We will have to answer
Were we there
Or did we just picture it?
Did we experience it
Or simply attempt to capture it?
There is a trade made with every experience
We cannot have taken from the moment
Without also giving a bit of ourselves to it
Without leaving something behind
And I hope we have not returned whole
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