Retreat …
I ran away
An hour’s drive
To the one-room
Cabin of a friend.

Away from the city,
But I can’t run away
From myself.
Bad habits stay with me
Like the stench of dead fish.

Tomorrow …
I will be someone else.
Immersed in story
Ignoring the call of technology.

Connecting only with
My own imagination.
My words will
Carry me away
From reality.

Transported …
In time
And place
To a world
Alive only to me.

I will read
And revise
And read
And embellish
Words I don’t remember writing.

All in hope that
Somewhere, Sometime
Another person
Will join my world.