Thrust up
By the collisions
Of Continents
Saw blades
Of rock
And ice
Lifted into sky
Saw blades
Of rock
And ice
Lifted into sky
Landing on an Island
Is always like
The quiet moment alone
In the living room
Just as the fridge turns off
Two hundred kilometers
Away from
Anywhere
Nothing but gravel, rock
A winding strip of bitumen
And heat
Notes issue
In gentle arpeggio
Strings plucked
And strummed
Travel takes me
To places I could never imagine
Experiences I could never dream
Worlds which seem alien
So I stay
Experience all I can
Give reign to imagination
Until the alien seems mundane
Walls
Real and perceived
Have two sides
The one I’m on
The one I’m not
It is a rare wall
Which cannot be defeated
Which allows no means
To the other side
They power dreams
Of boyhood flight
To other worlds
Beyond the stars
I walk away
And let it burn
It follows me
Burns up the world
But if I stay
And let it burn
It burns away
The fuel it’s fed