Poemdog

Dreams 2022

Wasteland
(5/29/2022)


trapped
at home
I travel
virtually

I can
go
anywhere
in the country

in the
world

in the
universe

from the safety

from the anonymity
of a keyboard

but I tend
to follow
the small
rural routes
of the high
plains

concrete instrusions
through vast
expanses
of flat
unpopulated
nothingness

I stop
upon the screen
where I see
no other
evidence
of man

no cities

towns

buildings

no telephone
poles

power lines

fence posts

extraneous
signage

only vistas
separated
by a weathered
roadway

patched pavement
intruding upon
dismal bordering
landscapes

360 degree
horizon

and almost
way too much
sky

more desolate
than the emptiness
of the cosmos
really

because something
human
is expected
to be polluting
this earthly
space

there
I experience
a distant
peace

sensing
environments
that have echoed
in my mind
since birth

lonely
places

where I
never
feel alone