Trans-IT- ion-S

By Sandra Martinez

Change happens as you sleep. It is the thing that grows in places you didn’t know existed, until you do.

Moving back home, after 12 years away in a city that never sleeps felt like the
answer-when there no longer seemed to be one.
It seemed I had simply been avoiding the person I was always meant to be, until I realized I’ve always known.
So now what?
I’m restless with change. It pokes me in places I want to be numb.
It wants to wake me, only I want to sleep.
What I once knew, seems so far way. Tucked away in a Brooklyn apartment.
Who knew I’d find myself in a city of millions? Here, I’ve suddenly vanished.
I’m restless with change.
What’s next?

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