I am in a new place
I am coiled in the lazy mist on the hilltop the same mist that brought me in on an aeroplane
Remember that flight where you thought you would die?
And I really want a cigarette curling lazily through me,
Because I’m alone and in a new place
I am stretched out in the garden ready to be dug into with new hands; there is soil there that I have turned recently
Remember when you thought you would never feel a sense of calm again?
There are new buds flowering,
They are weeds but they can stay.