Among the Worlds

I do get lost most easily, agreeably, I think. To sit alone in places most unspiritual, becomes my boarding pass. Goodbye. There are no walls— no time to measure, I'm a child... in Plainview, Minnesota, a young adult... in a theatre in Paris. the queasy captain of a ship... to sail the Renaissance. And duly lost within the shroud of peace. Voices. Yes. What is my name? Oh, yes. And, yes, I live here. In this house. This "now" pulled from the edge around me... that I forgot. ~