Leaving (September)

September is leaving. Britain is leaving. Florida is leaving. Syria is leaving. Only, Syria is leaving and cannot return. Florida will return, next week, next month. October will pick up the pieces. Florida is fleeing in an orderly manner and will return to the wreckage. Britain isn’t leaving. Europe remains tectonically right where we found it, its bulls-head stubbornly butting the Atlantic. Nor is September leaving. September stays with us, like our awareness of loss, our forebodings of catastrophe and wish for survival, like our sense of exile. It is living, in this one peopled place we will ever know.