It’s a place we’ve not been,
a time we somehow inhabited though,
a remembrance of Perseids in October
while the leaves are changing, falling
well after the last of the frogs are asleep.

It’s a field we’ve talked about,
swishing grasses and sighs lost
to summer breezes and crow’s wings
as we move in a dance almost like flight,
a happy floating, stunning for the peace.

It’s a love without definition or boundaries,
the way sky and sea are all the same
with blues and nightfall imminent,
joyful as rain as meteors as our words
how they all fall and rest together.

I can trace the tops of the hills today,
mostly bare but shining, with spots of color,
red and yellow. They’re miles away.

Morning fog lifted over a curved path
allowing just enough of a glimpse
of what might be around the bend,
though I am in no hurry to get “there,”
as the path is a thing of beauty itself.

I can walk the same path hundreds of times
without being bored- there is just so much!

I see time passing in trees, smell seasons
in soil and leaves, feel the shift beneath
my feet as the world spins slowly.

I follow shadows of clouds as they touch
people walking nearby. I like the light today.

It’s a kitchen or a forest
in a coal town or the wilderness.
I am somewhere, at any rate,
but my mind is somewhere else.

There is dust or soil or ecosystems
where I sit and breathe and daydream.
I am far away while I sit still
humming an ancient song I just made up.

I hear conversations but am detached
from real time as my sense of time
is sideways so I can’t keep up
with navigating linear rivers of talk.

It is not day or night but there’s light
in a room in the woods on the floor
as I watch shadows tell stories
of other mes in parallel places.

I have devised intricate dreamscapes
with vines, gears, books, bread,
moving water, dynamic skies,
happy animals, and a sense of oneness.
We have a place there,
but I can’t tell anyone since it’s ridiculous.

I’d grab your hand and pull you
to sit with me for a spell
so we could watch people and clouds
move with the currents.
We could chat and laugh
or be quietly at home wherever we are.

In this place, I don’t need to know
anything or be anything other than yours.