To the West Lie Mountains
I cannot finish anything.
Too much caffeine maybe
but this has been going on for days.
I’m flying to Seattle Tuesday evening
to see the view from the balcony.
A visit before my new job starts
Working from noon to nine in a cube.
Selling my soul to the soulless
Pretending so long, I finally do care.
I want to see the mountain,
cold and distant on the horizon
with the moon caught in the sky beside.
It will not come to me so I go there,
flying across the northern plains
with the sacred lands of the Dakota
beneath the silver wings.
Always living before and after is tiresome
But I cannot seem to carpe diem
I dread to return before I go.
