Past the wall

I find myself here, like it’s calling my name

I know I belong here, I feel the wind licking at my skin, so gentle, so harmful, what about today.

A drop of water falls on my head, so peaceful, but I can hear distant echoes of cars, every now and then, this place is so peaceful, but for how long.

I start to leave, ‘come back, return’, the plants say.

‘Come back, return’ I will, I promise, back over the bridge, past the wall that divides the gardens and the traffic.