Proximity

When I took the on ramp to a town toward the ocean, I felt pulled into mountains, as if caught by tide’s suction.

As I stopped to u-turn to the store I was seeking, something tugged at my shoulders – as if it was beseaching.

But my radar was spun in those countryside ways: where we have been living has left me in a daze!

Have I craved other intelligence so much I’ve been starving, that to leave its embrace gives sensations alarming?

I resisted the call for a soon future date, when my youngest can accompany in exploration’s dictates.

With relief, the off ramp soon deposited me smoothly back into the stream where I wander enthusedly.