Far Away Space
I go far away.
Not by plane, boat, train, or car.
By smell of sawdust
Fifteen years I go back.
By sound of warm music
I’m anxious cold in my poster plastered room.
By hard feel of sulfur in the water
I wash my hands with economy soap.
By burnt beer bottles
I’m dirt road stumbling Saturday night home.
By green and yellow leaves after sleep mid day
I blink away existences I am and was.
There is nothing but far away and space.
I’m here nor there nor theirs.