I saw a vision of you today;
You've grown fat,
You stood in paternal protection over a little semblance of your own:
A little girl,
With a toothy smirk.
You appeared content
With what you received, from what you expected.
The world was never large enough to contain your desire for experience.
You would never have settled in a suburb, in a small town, in an idyllic situation.
The vision of you drips and distorts to the distant fallow lands have your life,
Sewed, but never harvested,
Never asked the overwhelming question,
"Oh do not ask 'what is it', let us go and make our visit"
The vision of you abruptly bustled, then faded into indeterminate placidity.
Possible past
Launch you into
Hazy futures