do do do Lookin' out my back door

One of the perks of working early in the morning is getting up to see the summer sun blaze up from the Harbour over my back yard.
They say you can't go home again but I am happier here than I ever would have dreamed: a quick trip to the beach, a 10 minute walk around town running errands, and family close by. I like knowing the people who pump gas on the island next to me, waving to people as they drive by my house, having picnics in the front yard, and chatting to townsfolk at the supermarket.
This is the smallest of small town life but it suits me surprisingly well.
I miss Bangkok, Rome, Taipei, and Tokyo- but for right now this is the right place for me.

the Write Life

Kindly ask me for more
time, forgiveness, distance
to what audience is this directed
Mr. Kwame of the inevitable hard luck in Nigeria
a black man waiting for my impossible return to his bed
the current set of lives so dependent on my own
or an unimagined future other
Myself, reincarnated, unfurled, nearing the final insignificance
each asking me for more-
weighing me down with their psychological proximity
i erase you all with piercing prose and start a new page.