2022  

2009

I haven’t been here in years.

This is my everyday.
Soft in its familiarity.

I close my eyes, imagine what once was.
Picture the space the way I see it in the
back of my eyelids.

What matters is inside, anyway.
Here I am enveloped.
Safe to be, safe to do.

Three breaths. The moment slips past.

A carefree idyll, it sets the scene.

Expectations loom, invisible and cool.

Fluttery anticipation.
Reaching for what’s next.

Anxiety crawls up my neck.
Only some


Do I want to go back?

Things are coming.

Not everything is possible, and
that’s so much more comforting.
Moments of meaning in the ebb and flow.

Endless possibility
swimming towards me.
While I wait, I

Someone else’s things