Anymore

 I don't live in the finger of land that pokes into the Caribbean. Azure blue kissing shores all around.

I don't live in the place where iguanas share my space. Sunbathing along my pool and sleeping high in the fronds.

I don't live surrounded by the brightest of greens, the pinks and oranges and yellows and blues and purples and greens and greens and greens,

I don't live near the secret places that delighted my senses and my soul. Places where we recognized each other. Places that gently touched my soul and danced with my heart.

I don't live near the people that I met. The ones that made me laugh or felt like a safe place to fall. 

I don't live next to a person that doesn't see value in all people, and the house that yells at passers by with the flags that speak their dark truth.

I don't live where holidays bring sounds of war for what feels like days.

I don't live where the highway of water is filled with boats, claiming that their way is the only right way, making those who see it feel small and unclaimed.

I don't live near the places that sell glitter and gold, and where the people that prop up the diamond signs are spoken of like detritus.

I don't live in a place where the air carries rigidity and individualism and soot, making it hard for a spirit to breathe.

Anymore.