In this plain state

Sepia-toned Sunday

I move slowly through the house

Socks shuffling on smooth wood planks

Pausing at the kitchen sink to reflect

On this tiny backyard and its plainness

In this plain town in this plain state

Of affairs

I’ve had with other places this romance

Of what could be, of what I could be

When I was younger

It wasn’t a what-if fantasy that lasted more than a minute

Because I was up and gone

And now I move slowly

Through my body and through my mind

If only to show my heart that it’s ok

To move slowly

Through this romance with the world

As it could be

And the more slowly I move the more I see

The world as it is

And somewhere in the slowness of time

The what-if fantasy is beautiful in its dream-like state

Of affairs

I’ve had this idea that something bigger is happening 

Somewhere else

I was up and gone

And now the world seems smaller

As I shuffle in my socks 

In this plain house, in this plain town

In this plain state

I’m in