turn and face the strain

I just moved to Boston. My favorite city in the states-and making my heart grow each day. Bigger than scrooge, bigger than the grinch. Yet I fear success to the magnitude of a deaf mute fearing the day he can see and hear again. A blurred vision with a sudden POP of lights, city, country, food, people, war, hunger, starvation, politics, happiness, flowers and fields. This is success to me. A mess of people glaring at you with your slimy scales and goggly eyes in a tiny fish bowl riddled with dirty water. I used to be a big fish in a small pond. But maybe a big fish in a big pond is too much space. Time is relative to the observer, and my time in the pond is just begining. Ribbit ribbit croak.