Distance is magic
– sometimes black,
sometimes white.
Sometimes a little of both.
I see this place
or that and I think,
I could be from there.
Lots of places. I build them up
in my mind. Mountains.
I like the sensation
of driving through mountains
late at night, light fog
clinging to the bare rocks,
patches of black ice on the road.
And forests.
I like the sun made green
by fir needles in the afternoon.
I walk through the trees
and in the distance,
through a break in the foliage,
I can see grey-green mountains.
And I like deserts,
especially deserts with mountains.
I see them far away when I think
of how many different places I’ve lived.