Solution to a View

Solution to a View

What does it mean

to wander into

concrete places

or open fields

to dangle time

like the wizard of waste

something floats

all around me

and is serious

but it could be nothing

to be selfish and lonely

searching through hills

unsure of the surprise

in a melted state

over discouragement

and bewilderment of

why I even cared about the

view

after it rained and after it

displayed open access 

to death

or

a dream

or my future

noticeable

unwanted and unsure

chills

run through my veins

and aching bones of

the likelihood of this

memory

to these hills

hands held high

look down now on

empty streets

broken and mended

like details of a mirror

and out of respect

for the view

 

©copyright 2016, Peter Piccolomini

Author's Note

I wrote this after reading some John Ashbery and James Cavanaugh, because well, I wanted to-- and they are different writers offering many options and feelings or no feelings at all.
“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us.
We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content.
We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
– James Cavanaugh