Finally 30 years later I could drift, however temporary it might be, without terror of unemployment, without a frantic search for something or someone to grab onto, without fear of shattering in eviction and homelessness.
Instead, sitting in the front window of a "European" fast food place I pondered the truism "the secret is in the sauce" because the only thing making it possible to chew and swallow the veggie hot dog was the relish, ketchup and mustard.There was such a rare relief of being unanchored in the world.
Then she sat down.
And when she got up I wondered if she too felt a relief or, like me 30 years ago, yearned for an anchor.
a found poem via facebook pics - polar skeletons wander the thin ice soon a drowning doom. droughts and elephants die; dry meat in the sands for scavengers. in venice, the aqua alta higher...
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