Another Place

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

imagine it all water & soil

Another Place

I found my feet......my walk.
missing the fine soils of everywhere.
So off I'm headed.

You may say it's this....its that,
but I find calling it everywhere
the right place.

Tiptoes....slow gait, a run, walking on
one's hands.
They are all here,
Eyes scattering over everywhere's landscape,
Music maybe entering a mile or so,
I find the plains, open, wild, wind
shifting in & out of various timescales
knowing all along no names really live here.