looking out at destinations,
places far away,
towns that held us spellbound–
sharing now this breeze that lets us drift
like clouds.
It’s good to wander off like that with you,
looking off at where we’d like to be.
Our voices grow excited as we speak
of places we could show each other,
spend sometime exploring,
not quite realizing we are saying
let’s be travelers for awhile,
let’s go off together over mountains.
Yet, while we speak,
playing with the world in front of us,
forgetting we are spinning
through a universe of stars,
I swallow and go downward
towards another view:
islands in me,
lands I must sail to and know,
beaches dimly seen now
with harbors blinking
and high above them
hilltops to climb and fields to sow.
You know the places that I mean.
You see them rising in you,
calling–places you must go,
hilltops to be climbed,
fields you, too, must sow.
Somehow, our traveling brought us
to this creek, to this time,
to these words we speak,
these dreams we share,
this knowledge of ourselves
blinking like harbor lights,
this whirling day,
this moment of wandering through the skies,
looking off and smiling
at the glow in each other’s eyes.
