Under a thundercloud sky portending
a drenching deluge I walked along
the rushing river skirting the town.
At the water’s edge marled grey rocks
mingled with pale ochre rocks smoothed
by millennia of flowing waters.
Dark currents swirled midstream
reflecting darker clouds.
I walked through ragged grass
along the water’s edge
careless of the coming downpour.
Feeling caged in my house
I had to walk.
I had hoped to stay for life
in this country town
but was cast aside
redundant
like so many others
in this rural county.
Many job applications
had brought nothing.
Dread of the future,
of packing up and moving,
finding a city home
surged over me in waves
with grief for friends, workmates,
my little country home.
I would have to leave them all.
Fears of new employment,
of interviews and agencies
paralysed my thoughts.
How would I do it all ?
Some years later I passed
through that little town but
could not walk along that river.
When I looked at it
dread, grief, fear
welled up in me
as if it were yesterday.
that I walked along its banks.
I turned and walked away.
Previously posted February 2016.
lifecameos 
You must have been very happy there.
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Yes I was. I was able to buy a house with a largish lawn on which I established a large garden, spending heaps on plants. I couldn’t take it with me though it did help me sell the property when I had to move to the city. That made the whole situation very much harder. I could not get a garden going again as I was doing shift work for my new job, which reduced the money and time I had available. so – life just kept moving on …
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I understand. My husband wants to move to the city, but I cannot leave my garden of twenty years.
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Heck no ! I couldn’t either ! I had that garden for six years and that was hard to leave.
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