a found poem from my own writing

The salty ocean breath, crippling mountain cold, arid summer heat-

Brackish water stinging skin, crunching snow under heavy boots, stiff and thirsty grass tickling bare-feet-

Wanderlust has snuck up on my heart

I pray for the briny stink to penetrate my pores, the thick air to dehydrate my skin and lax blonde hair to spring into wispy curls around my tanned face.

I crave the wind lashing against my soft skin, raising goose bumps, through bulky knit sweaters, the shivers and chills comforted by a fire.

I yearn for the stagnant heat, forming tiny beads of sweat on my motionless body,

the tingle of them rolling down the small of my back and along my chest as I lay in the grass soothed only by the hum of cicadas.

Dreams of airplanes lift me away from the repetitive days and dragging hours.

If only I could ride the clouds, white puffs rolling over on thermal winds, chased by hawks and sparrows, I long for my own wings

Tedious days, freckled with daydreams and memories of changing weather patterns and altered landscapes, melt into one another.

Clearer than a dream, like I am living it again, each feeling so sweet and delicate.

In this beautiful place I am hollow and lost, I want to be somewhere else, just me, my love and my camera.

I am restless and discontented with the stressful simplicity of daily life.

I want no agenda and space.

Endless space, and time.