Where Would I Go

if I were free to travel

any distance (or none at all)?

I would go

to the library, just to touch all the books.

To the farmers market, to fondle the produce

and marvel at the many-colored eggs.

To the theater, to shed tears over fiction

for a change, perhaps to laugh.

  

I would go to the forest

and stay there, perhaps a long time,

listening to birdsong until

I lost myself and found myself home.

I would go to the sea when it’s stormy,

let the salt wind whip my hair

into a frenzy of memories

only I can touch.

  

I would go deep inside

in search of what is true. 

The mind can travel any distance

but still cannot bridge the gap

between bodies.

I would go to your door

and look you in the eyes: 

we are here, we are alive.