I want to move
Looking for fresh air and a whiff of spring flowers
I want to move past all the slow walking people in front of me.
But I can’t
Blurred images keep me back
it keeps me indecisive.
My space keeps getting smaller and smaller,
but then I remember to take a deep breath
clear the mind,
and remember to take a breath to let the toxic out
Slurring of language blocks my entrance
images flip like a change of lenses do in an
While in the optometrist’s office.
The surface disintegrates into clarity.