annabelle

17

Coming Back To The City

the air is hot down in the city
crawling down from the mountains everything seems larger
on eye level
no perspective or distance
all thats known to comfort me eludes to my separation from reality
my distance from concrete has made my skin soft
the sharp blades of grass up on the hills penetrated my soul and opened me to new beginnings
wound my heart backwards as if to reset
realign my temples
the cold licks of late night turning into early morning patted my face gently
and that long bus that took me from a place of simulated serenity to a warm Brooklyn.
A place that continued to evolve and turn without me.
I come back to leave cabins and community
enticed by the permanence of year round living.