I’m twitchy, scratchy, an aching heart.
Im trapped again.
Stuck here amidst the grey of gums, the screech of cockatoos.
Where is my green? A shiny hairy green, all fronds and suckers. Creeping up through cracks and slowly strangling concrete. I need to see that green again.
And yet my heart has turned traitor. Filled up by friends who pull me back here. Smiles over coffee and the feeling of accomplishment that we finished the crossword. We watch funny Chinese films and make each other cups of tea. I drink white wine and eat too many chocolates with a new and unexpected friend. I’m happy.