i ran away
and for one wild secret day
any­thing was pos­sible

i huddled in the recessed entry
to the Com­mon­wealth Bank
in Garema Place and watched
a pro­ces­sion of police who
(i was pretty sure)
were looking for me

i guarded my pre­cious solitude
for hours

today’s an echo in time
want to take flight
hide my bruised self
in some doorway

pre­tend i am apart
observer of the chaos
ima­gine there’s someone
looking for me
who cares