I never ran away. My sister Carol

and I would take mystery walks,

tossing a coin at street corners,

heads for left, tails right…

until we were getting tired

and tossed until we’d get home quicker.

The one time I really left, moved out,

was a free woman…as soon as possible

I went to see sons, daughters-in-law

and a good friend, Abilene, Frisco, Tulsa,

St. Louis, Springfield, Grand Rapids,

roaming about Michigan with and without

adult kids, back by way of St. Louis,

Cape Girardeau, a Mississippi casino,

Little Rock, Frisco to Abilene.

I’d love to repeat the trip, but I have no

need to run away. I have no need

for a geographical cure, no idea

life somewhere else would

miraculously be better. I know
wherever I am, there I am,
my issues with me. If I were to run away
it would be somewhere OA is strong,

a meeting available every day,

and I’d have reached my ideal place.