I have a new glance as I gather in the miniature city
a village we could call this new home, my own home.
It is well after 1 AM and I can see people walking
on our quiet roads, unlike a circle or boulevard,
simply access roads to the thousands of neighbors
I have now crunched into six or seven football fields
all lined together to accommodate walks of life,
young and old, me, them, those will be theirs as well.
I rather like this view, it is mine, and mine alone.
Oh I do have an animal nearby who is safely
sleeping in a kennel for now, a young pup he is.
In the morning he will wake and my time will become
his alone, no one else will matter until I can see him,
lay down on the wood floor, a sense of ease and comfort.
I’m living independently now, I’m eating, laughing,
though the dark days in between do still remain.
I wonder if I might ever notice the new difference in my life,
or will this be rather labeled a phase than an actual change.
I know I can feel a freedom I have not for many years,
I know there is a sense of wander in my mind, that appeals.
Though the view from my window far busier than past
there is a certain beauty in knowing our lives will make
a change that perhaps might benefit a state of mind.
I did stand on the precipice of my life just nights ago,
sadly wise enough to know battles ahead – my own remain.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020