City Limits
Walk in the forest, come back, use one of these prompts: Green / black, the voice of the tree, banksia / bracken / bark, I walked into the forest…
– Harry and Nicola
Fresh air and gums, green and black
Land becomes heart becomes land
That’s how it works, I understand
But darling, know
If I ever lived here
I’m doubtful I’d make it a year
The wind is the thing
That would get me I fear
It roars in the night
And without you I might
Come unhitched
Come untethered
Come unmoored
In the morning I’d be no more
Just a stained coffee cup and an open door
I know my limits
They’re the same as the city’s
It’s not the buildings or the roads
But the people in it
The people
The people
The people are home
But out here living on my own?
One heart is only so tough
And sometimes one heart is not strong enough