A short tour of my head, or why I love uncamp
Dance around me
The world behind my eyelids is a magical place
I must tread carefully
For the maze of colours
Is not one
I can easily escape
Once it’s ensnared me
Is not a trap
That so easily
Lets go of its prey
Is a powerful place
I find numerous new doorways
Some leading to spaces so captivating
Universes I could spend lifetimes in
If only my weak human body would allow me
To just lay here and enjoy all that my mind has to offer
My skull is a chest
Filled with treasure only I could ever see
She feels like
old leaves in autumn sometimes, never quite
settling in one spot before
drifting in to the next.
Sometimes I wonder
if she could hold on to one space
what it would be.
What she could be.
If she could ever be
more than just a cloud,
letting things pass through and over and under,
taking everything in and
exhaling it out all in one breath.
One day she’s a storm over the pacific and then
all of a sudden
she’s the littlest hobbit in the shire.
Sometimes she lingers, but rarely for long.
I too often wonder (worry?) if she will ever find a place in the world.
Her own place
in these wide, infinite universes.
More likely she’ll just keep on rolling, past all the
greens and blues,
passionate about everything at least once,
never missing a beat.
Her eyes will have seen so much, and yet...
what it might be like to be a tree,
roots and trunk and all of my leaves
anchored in one solid place,
whispering to the breeze as it passes,
happy in a little universe I will
not exist in.