The First Time

 Image credits: Uthara Ramakrishnan
Image credits: Uthara Ramakrishnan

I haven’t stopped running
from the moment I began
I don’t know what sure ground feels like,
what is it like to stay?
My life packed in boxes,
memories imbedded in my head
I was 8 when I first wanted to stay
the firsts you always remember,
Now I am every city I’ve ever lived,
plundered by them, 
held together by it
sometimes it’s ebbing waves,
and other time breweries.
But, always a place you walk away from.
I don’t think I chose the nomad life.
But now I don’t know 
how to breathe
without momentarily