Transitioning : Angsty, Jumpy, yet Rooted to the Spot

Summer sliding dumbly toward a muted fall,

With faded greens, a yellow here and there and me,

Heartsick for no apparent reason, stuck like gum to a sidewalk square.

No place to go and no way out except by public transportation.

Scraping up my soul I head for home, imagination searching

for the way it might have been