i hear you traveled

let me fall into a four door monster
and live, for a moment.
let the moon peeking through the orange leaves
be unobstructed by lights
and power-lines
and dreams.

i hear you traveled once, professor.
i hear you were restless like me,
only more impulsive
more caring
you couldn't let it be.

what's happening to me?

when did i give up my dreams?
when was i content to whisper away my longings
while i stared at this screen and pretended
not to care
or think
or realizing that time is finite and the world is so big,
and there are power lines that run between us
from the mountains to the plains to
cities
streams
rivers
oceans that have names that make you think,
"peaceful is so relative."

and how did you end up here,
when there are mountains calling?
i know that people have struggled,
and won.
and there's no real reason why,
except that they couldn't find their power lines.

so give me that four door monster
she's waiting, dead for now.
show me the moon on a clear, lonely night
and let me fall into
wherever
wherever
land.