by Lisa Stice

we are at play
we are in a house
on a pretend road

either to safety
or ruin – around
and around

and around
the kitchen island
going away

going away fast
we believe
we are far away

earth is made
of distances
great and small

when we are far
away, we believe
we are near

*some words borrowed from Go, Dog. Go! by P.D. Eastman and from “Laying Plans” The Art of War by Sun Tzu

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Lisa Stice is a poet/mother/Marine Corps spouse who received a BA in English literature from Mesa State College (now Colorado Mesa University) and an MFA in creative writing and literary arts from the University of Alaska Anchorage. While it is difficult to say where home is, she currently lives in North Carolina with her husband, daughter and dog. She is the author of a poetry collection, Uniform (Aldrich Press, 2016). You can find out more about her and her publications at lisastice.wordpress.com and facebook.com/LisaSticePoet.

She writes, “I wrote "Distance" and "PCS" in response to the impact our most recent Permanent Change of Station had on our toddler daughter. She was two and going through so many developmental changes of her own, that uprooting her from familiar scenes, people, routine, and such sent her little world into a spin. Before she was born, we had made other cross-country moves under orders, but I felt helpless in helping my daughter cope with and make sense of all of the upheaval.”