Thursday, July 2, 2015
We drive miles
so we can walk,
We take the time to do what took very little time
Simple acts, reading a newspaper, buying an apple
become identity conflicts,
We inch out our loyalty, embarrassed but air conditioned,
mindful, but out of touch, in earnest,
waiting...for this move to be complete.
Funny how when people move, they return to their old neighborhoods, again and again, and depend on the familiarity to function. W've been doing just that for the past few weeks. Almost in
It will not last forever. But for now, in uncommon hot weather day after day, it seems to be working.
Is this the price of making a tough decision? I know it cannot last. I don't even want it to last, but like an addiction, it gives momentary relief and eases some deep felt but illogical pain.
Perhaps when the weather changes, it will be easier to explore the new neighborhood, make new friends and feel a part of something bigger on the horizon. Maybe it will take a hard rain to fall before that happens. We have time. That seems to be the key here. It's not all that far and if it brings some sort of illicit pleasure, some geographical guilt as well, then it will go on and on for a bit.