MOVING IN

When I first moved
To this neighborhood,
Life itself would
Come abruptly
To my bed every morning,
Awaken my eyes, and pull
Me into its River's flow.

I had to wake up,
To find my way-
The map of before
Was no longer of any use!

Colors and forms whirled:
Homes, sky, vegetation,
People, cars
Turned 'round me
Like a wild kaleidoscope!

The neighborhood
Began to solidify
Gradually, a few months
After I moved in.

The kaleidoscope congealed.
I became a spider in a web,
Having spun my mental grid
Around the world.

I'd memorized my life!
I began to cross
The same intersection
Every day, instead of
Being surprised
By unexpected streams
Of asphalt rising
Suddenly in front of me.

And now I find
Myself thinking,
"I need to get away."

 

 

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