Anchor

Proudly

I had spent

Most of my life

Ready

To leave

To exit

To escape

At a moment’s

Notice

The thinking being

That the instinct

Of motion

Would protect me

From danger.

And like so many

Measures designed

To prevent

Something,

They succeeded.

But I’ve come

To think

That you can’t

Avoid one thing,

Without missing another.

Like a hungry dog,

Cowering,

Too terrified

To realise

That the person

It just ran from

Was just someone

Offering food.

But there was

Something

About you.

It didn’t

Stop me

But slowed me

Enough to notice,

To recognise,

That the plant

Always being

Repotted

Never actually

Flowers.

And suddenly

Motion didn’t matter

Suddenly

All that mattered

Was you.