And here I am
all soft yawns
and red knees
rosy from being
crossed
and un-crossed
my eyes
drifting from the aisle
to the window
great mountains
deep lakes
long rivers
all tiny
small
a speck in my eyes
as I
am
in theirs
I tower above them
in the cramped
seat of awe
wondering if I’ll ever see them from
their own
ground
while my heart
chases cities and valleys
my mind capturing it all
the leather skin of my thoughts
the cream colored paper inside
adorned with fingerprint smudges alongside pencil marks
trying to see
some meaning
in the rolling hills
the lilac
painted over the stone and snow
of the tallest peaks
the ivory mass
shrouding pieces of the land below
broken up by soft beams of light
I want to capture it
before it
slips away.