Posts Tagged ‘place’

The sun is shining

yet I sit inside,

daydreaming of places I’d like to go:

the beach, I used to go

all the time, but then teenage insecurity crept in;

a bike ride, I love the rush of wind

against my skin, but the way back

is uphill;

the forest, always

with such mystery,

such a quiet and mystical place

with sounds from sources unseen,

the scent of earth and trees,

but there’s danger lurking somewhere

and there are bugs that bite.

I sit inside

and think about the places I want to go,

waiting for courage or boredom

to take me there.

Somewhere among the dueling concrete

and greenery;

somewhere among the orchards

and the painted dollhouses of suburbia;

somewhere in the obnoxious cries of the gull,

the wail of the baby, the shoots of light

that grow out of the sun;

somewhere in the deep

blue-black forest of scrawls by the poet,

there is

hope.

I wish I could get away

from all the distress,

all the pressure,

all the uncertainty.

I wish I had the means to

simply leave

and find a quiet place

where I could stop and look,

not think, just observe,

leaving all familiar faces behind me.

I wish I could find a place

where I wouldn’t have to worry

about being found

because I wouldn’t be lost, anyway.

I just want to find a place

where I have no past

and no future

to worry about.

Too often I find myself

lost in what was and what could be.

It’s a dangerous place to linger-

the land of Memory.

Where does Lady Luck reside?

Not by my side,

not even a block away.

Perhaps in some golden country

kissed by light of the sun,

which is obviously far

from my current dwelling.

Now I wonder

if I’m someone who knocks

and tries to bring people

out of their loneliness, or

if I’m the person behind the door

living in my own world,

but shutting other people out

at the same time…

Right now the sunlight is flashing

in between trees,

and igniting the jasper

of my eyes

as I ride steadily northward

to home.

Right now there are lovers

talking, somewhere,

there are birds

flying, somewhere,

there are mothers, fathers,

sisters, brothers, children,

and lonely people on flights

across country

and across the globe.

Somewhere- children come

screaming to life.

Somewhere- life escapes bodies-

like water down pipes.

At this same time,

there are people sitting at home.