I think of moving in, moving out.  I think of starting over, visualizing what a different me would be about.  I  think of what would have happened if I had changed.  I think of the possibility of recovery for the insane.  I think of what the incarcerated would do, if I were incarcerated too.  Would I find it in the system, to recover what is lost.  Would I find that imprisonment had not been a total loss.  I think of all those poor people who had no chance for productivity outside in the real world.  Would their chances have improved behind bars.  We think not.  I think of how to make my garden grow.  I Google it a lot for facts I do not know.  I think of how do far away from home we would be if another home was made in another galaxy. I think of the terror I would have if such a trip I would take.  Inside I smile and give my head a shake and return to reality an pray for those who have never known home on earth.  Peace.
      
 
      
