Adaptation

Something is different
Unfamiliar here.
Like the clouds,
Floating so much nearer,
So much more snub-nosed,
Than those back home.
They don’t puzzle my sight anymore…
Jus' like I no longer perceive,
The illusion of flat-walled-ness
That the subway stairway
Used to present,
The first few times.

I have to wantonly yearn
To withdraw…
From some nook of my memory attic,
The subtle difference
The careful distance
Preserved,
Etched on a tablet.


If only our interpersonal familiarities,
Were as adaptable
As the mutating antennae
Of our physical senses.

Apr 10th and 15th, 2010.