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