Elsewhere

Arrive in the early morning, air is cool but the first commuters are already on their way; you squeeze your big bag and unseasonable tan into their unwelcoming gazes. There's not enough warm clothes in that suitcase. Tumble around in jet lag and get confused by midnight sun, repack your bags into impossibly small proportions and set the alarm. Three hours if you fall asleep now, but you will not. I ran along the water this morning but nothing made sense. The flowers are beautiful, the still air, the city you once knew.


It no longer knows you.

You're not sure what to tell it.