restless feet

like any other day

this has a constant,

the blue with tinges of mist

to remind me of Ireland; of home

concrete trees,

those people obscured

forgetting how to focus

missing the pleasantry of things

it's warmer now,

a tenth of winter

long put aside

with jackets and nipping winds

skin reacts

with potent perfumes,

spring rose and thorny vines

hints of calamari from the docks

hitting my drowsy morning

i know where i am

what everyone calls their safe place,

no intrusional surprises,

candor in acquaintances

and elliptical masks of certain friends

i am the consonant following their vowels,

speaking a voice i'd hidden,

away from circumstantial monotony

over oceans to settle into a new space

they think i've returned,

this body statically robotic

waiting for normalcy

what is that really?

the motions of a body

a step in time with others

a dignified existence

when all restlessness in these feet say

take me back to the strangeness

i am over playing in recollections,

reflections that appear so unlike myself

i want to cry at the loss of it

but can't

it's who i am meant to be