a mountain lover
who is also afraid of heights;
a city dweller
who hates city noise and city lights
in the midst of tension,
but tension lives in me too –
always here, but also always not yet;
in a bid to forget.
on the cusp of change
but it feels like a rocky precipice
instead of a tarmac intersect
what if a fall?
“oh, but what if you fly?”
Silence to hear myself think and yet,
the answer would be given to me
in loudly heard blasts and neon lights
say, where do we go from here?