someone round about no where
that’s for me anyway
far away from and not yet to
a liminal space still rooted in soil
somewhere below asphalt
but far from the security domed you’ll be just fine without me place I left
and the I’m coming and I will help you place I am going
there is a version of me that could so easily remorse
settle the cells around ideations of loneliness calling up melancholia
I can see her there an age ago
I can even wave a timid finger swish
short grin upon my face
but no more than this as I turn back to the west and trust
I am not sure but suspect
this is life