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
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