Place to Be

I can feel spring.
It's right on the edge, here.
Not here, but here.


This winter got right on top of me.
Seriously.  Honestly.
Been on the edge.  Gut level stuff.
Losing it, my handle, my grasp, on whatever.
On everything.
Losing it.
Nauseous nights, staring in space.
Staring at myself.

I could blame that on this place.
If I were more of a coward.
(Not to undersell my cowardice, as it's grand.)
But I can't.
Perhaps, this is not the place to be.
But it is the place I am .