There is Only So Far to Run

I just say down and stared out a window and wrote this, maybe the best kind but in not an expert! <3 all.

I saw cerulean skies
Out an open window every night
Trees like carbon cut-outs,
That still feeling, July's silence
Oregon herself understanding,
How the slightest rustle can ruin the Wild West.

But then I saw LA,
I saw Berlin, London.
Graffiti like post-apocalypse interior decoration
Orange cones and Starbucks cappulattemoolattas.
Showgirls and disreputable business cards.

Then Cochem, and Napa
Wine and rivers, wine in rivers
Wildly roaming.
No matter what I see or where I am,
I crave further,
More primitive,
Craving difficulty.

Author's Note

Um, I wrote it really fast so ignore any unintentional stupid deepisms. The pic is actually what I was writing the poem about.

Reviews

[Astro]

The great part about running is you can do it in circles. So even if you've run as far as you can go, the return trip can be just as illuminating.

[Sami Khalil]

A nice poem...Enjoyable read ...:)