We Can Never Leave This Place

by Eric LaRocca

THERE ARE TIMES when I look back on moments from my life as if my recollections were living things, little organisms confined to glass vases I’m meant to nurture and care for. I regard them with the same fondness of a gardener as he observes a small bud sprouting from a freshly potted plant, a collector of living things that would perish without his gentle care.