I was in a different city
Yesterday
A different from
Of mine I held onto lightly
You I think
I think you place me in a different time
Period
I’ve stopped moving without purpose
Though nervous.ness still flows through
The streams
And the blood, and the flesh.
Strange to be like this
Of air
Of finding dull and finding its
Strength.
Strange to be of laughter
Of job
Able to do such things
With clear mind.