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