Longing

I am longing
longing for what
I don't know

A quiet spot on the grass
a place that is empty of other human contact
where I can just lay down
and spread my arms out wide
look up at the sky
and just
be
quiet

I'm longing,
longing for an adventure
not a close excursion
but somewhere farther away
somewhere different
or somewhere the same
but new because of the season

I walk out my door
into the known,
looking for new,
searching for a gateway
to another space and time
or just
the next street over
where
I haven't walked before

Original thought
from
Suzanne McCann

Want

What do I want
to do,
to be.

How do I do
what I want
or  be who I am
when I am just pretending
to be doing what I want
and being who I am.

Is it just acting the part?
Or am I doing what I want
and being myself,
just with the dream
of doing something different
in another skin.

How to reconcile the many
parts of me. The doer, the dreamer,
the person, the actor, the creator,
the one stuck in the monotonous
dream wishing she wasn't.

Original thought
by
Suzanne McCann