2.
The city became our playground.
We were children, climbing skyscrapers
like jungle gyms. Elliot was my playmate.
She took my hand and took me
everywhere. Her wispy ways brought me
to the acres of green. It was not the redwoods
but it was enough. Under sky and sun
Elliot became the breeze.
Breath tickling skin, she smoothed my
worry lines and slowed my hazardous
movements.
Elliot became my safety blanket.
In her presence the constant
natural disaster of my
life ebbed.