UNFAMILIAR WEATHER
Some grooves aren’t meant to be found again
She shifted in her new environment,
searching for the groove she’d lost—
or maybe abandoned in the last round.
She couldn’t remember.
The air smelled different.
The water felt off.
Even the rain sounded like it came from a place
she used to know,
but forgot how to name.
She shifted.
She settled.
She tried.
It didn’t work.
