Get up, don’t hang on to it, this face, this place, this time.
The sky turns to milk, the air turns damp, everything green breaths
easy, birds sing songs I’ve never heard.
A big man shows his back to the room, greets people at random,
laughs at his own jokes, waves his arms about as he talks,
geezer speaking. He makes everybody feel good, sit up straight,
Do you need anything else?
Are you lost for words?
Are you leaving or returning?
Do you feel the pressure?
Are you clearing wreckage or building?
Did you walk a long way to get here?
Will you be staying?