Your knock on the door made us nervous.
Your eager, too naked eyes held us frozen on the couch,
While you gulped your coffee, and explained
Your secret, convoluted universe,
Friends turned into enemies,
A listening post at every mailbox, the strange whisperings of trees.
We said to each other, poor boy,
We wondered, what will become of him?
But the wind dropped,
The stars found their old places, the topsy turvy seas of dopamine, serotonin
Settled back into their appointed channels, and you
Fetched up on the beach, battered, but sane.