“I think if I ever go looking for my hearts desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard, because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy, from the movie Wizard of Oz
everything around us is all we’ll ever need
if what we ask for, and the angels please,
is where, and what we gently seed
we map a world away
draw far fetched places, smooth fractals,
inch imaginary centers of expectation
close together and, tether the wind.
we let the breeze caress escapades
that morph into escape, vacation in rest stops.
we are migrating monarchs winging our way
to havens that no longer exist
all as if life were not enough.
imitating the universe, we forever retreat
from the perfect place
where breath and brain birthed into light,
every vulnerable moment of our dying
wasted in clothing darkness
to showcase and shine on the possibility
of what we think we might be.
I was always looking elsewhere
for what I thought was missing in the now.
starting as a source of light
dissipated in time, in the smog
and clutter of humanity
shining only in the mirror of others
your own back yard seemed never a place
to find the art of who you really were
to hear the soul song of your own music
shed the skin and rattle
of a lifetime in the desert.
so we are forever leaving
our molted shadows behind us
moving towards the light we cast
in our sunsets and sunrises lived
sauntering around in circles
for the very thing that resides
in our own backyard
I have cast for answers
on the very limits of a life lived
thought if I put it out there
the world would
request an audience,
proffer an invitation
to search the unknown
only to discover
what has always been
within the boundaries I set
from the beginning
in my own backyard.