Extraordinary Escapism

 

Extraordinary Escapism

Today I sit at my

ordinary New York office desk,

but…

I take my blanket

into the Pennsylvania

mountain wilderness,

laying down in the

place where last season

we found coyote bones

scattered

over pine needles

seasoning the earth.

An aching back

makes imprints in the

soft ground;

my brown eyes become

blue under an

immaculate sky,

broken only by

towering pine branches

crossing each other

like hands clasped,

arms intertwined.