Poem: Grand plans/Great Plains

Grand plans/Great Plains

Grand plans and great plains

Running away never looked so good.

Taking the road by the throat

choking every last mile out of it

and eating up the scenery---

a vapid, hungry hunt for the

very best place to be.

I find myself lost in myself--

twisting stairs like an Escher print

winding down.

Crowded buses with loud voices

drag me down

and I beg for quiet spaces.

Lost here—with my thoughts--

heart beating pure like water.

Little pictures-like fish-darting

here and there within the

confines of my internal vision.

Here are my arms raised.

Here are my hands open.

Here are my eyes closed.

There is no more of me

than what I can see.

Heather Lake