Places
Places they say are much the same
once you know the way
from A to B, and back again
The sights and smells mingle
into the sameness
of one place to another
and back again.
Running on, floating as a cloud
would float
from one and on to another
Taranaki makes those clouds
and floats then out
to other places
and smells and noises.
The longing in my heart
stems from not the need to be elsewhere
but the fear of standing still
Still - a place of familiarity
unexplored spaces beckoning
to be known,
But how?
the fear threatens to send me running -
just run and run and run
to the very end of the sun
and the places beyond.
copyright 1994, Unikorn Stardancer
