on flying

i go places to find me

the farther the deeper

but i can’t seem to go far enough

i have said i want to wake up

and pull back the flap to see

a morning like i’ve never seen

everything like i’ve never seen

beyond what i have seen i hope

to find what i imagine

and wake what sleeps in this self

the sun rises and sets there

the land is wide or rolling

or perhaps something i haven’t dreamt