dog me around

Back from New York City and bewildered by the Vermont summer acres sprouted up and out past recognition all around me, obscuring everything. By unfamiliar acres of my body. By conjunction of the two landscapes, and how the tube between - with dry or steady or suddenly surging intravenous drip - creates alternating vacuum and pressure. I could wilt like a dehydrated sprout or burst like a dandelion pod and fly away, or just drift on the platform waiting for the train. I'll keep my suitcase packed with one white dress.