in a new place,
in a new time with new opportunities,
with new doors opening and closing
is it possible to hold onto the past?
and if i do not, what is lost?
in a new place,
all things can be made over:
the body, the bedroom, attachments.
i clean out my social life like a closet:
this friendship is old,
does that make it precious, or worn thin?
in a new place,
it is easier to hold to the modern, urban mantras.
(out with the old, in with the foreign.)
and as the new place becomes
known, becomes old,
there is always the possibility
of another new place:
always the inevitable uncertainty
of having to start again.