where the heart is

The red washes back over the horizon. My new home is ochres and whites. I unpack the last of the rations from the city. Wipe dirt from every surface. Pretend that I'm new.

I have revisted every skerick of desire and found myself captured by the expanses again. Rolling over the horizon in steel tubes seems appealing for so long, now I am singing for rest.

Somewhere between the green grass and the sound system I lost you. Found myself where you had been.

All of the old things have new places. Finally, a start to the year.