I am moving off the grid
no longer found
at the intersection
of any lat or long -itude
confined within no cell
prescribed
there’s the writing
on the wall
you’ll see it once
you reassemble it
though it reads more
like graffiti
so sweetie I’m going
far
far
away
Chagall 2015

Love the rhyme “graffiti & sweetie” You’re not leaving Manhattan — the ultimate grid — R U?
Thank you for the good read to pick up on the rhyme. Re leaving the city: I am already spending a lot of time north with friends, so yes I am thinking of literally getting off the grid, though this was written with more of a metaphor in mind.
Anywhere near Nyack?
Actually yes. Though on the other side of the Tappan Zee on the CT side.