every time i come into the city
i remember everything
& how similar it was two years back –
the traffic lights, church bells, palm trees & coffee shop ‘round the corner.
there is a new hospital on the street, something homely & safe about it
safer than this house.
i know i should walk in & accept the help
but my first instinct is to run
fast
with thy rod & thy staff & my seeds.
the thin line between sanity & insanity is where i would rather put down roots
watering them as they grow
in a new zone
& several miles away from this one.
xxxx 🎈
