City

City

When I lived in a city, it was the world for me. I was closed in, snug, everything I needed within reach. The city both broadened and lessened me.

There was art, there was knowledge, all within easy reach, a walk, a bus ride. But there were no stars. No mockingbirds sang me awake.

One thing must be given up for another. Which thing that may be varies from day to day.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

This very short piece could be seen as back-story for Ted Carrol. Or just a reminiscence.