I go
where the world falls away
where oxygen is less
where few people can breathe
mountains—girded with snow
heavens—where dead objects orbit balls of fire
I go
where I can make my own law,
and live by it.
Difficulties
enter my mind
from the drama of human existence
I don’t wish them away
I go
because I must
it’s the only freedom I have
I go
into the unknown
and come out of the wilderness
of strange dull places
where people live
forgotten lives
at work
I go
between conversations
and out of them
birthing myself between words
like an alien child
who doesn’t understand
I go
mostly,
where I feel good
and it’s a lonely destination.
