I Am

I am the latin words that intrigue you

(italics, lucida handwriting)

and meanings you don’t comprehend. 

I am the yellowed, creased pages

Smoldering in the blistering heat of the Sun

Gone by the wind.

{First Chapter: New Zealand}

I bask in the comfort of the grassland

Caress the sand at the coastline

Marvel at the reflections by the fjord.

Inhale exhilaration.

{Final Chapter: Japan}

The scent of the cherry blossoms ride on wafts of air

Sending invigoration

That rejuvenates

That vitalizes

Cherry =/= Cheery

{Chapter Undocumented: Alaska}

I leave my prints on some occasions,

Shamble on thin layers of ice on other.

The snow falls relentlessly

The prints and trails disappear without a trace

And I am left shivering

In the crisp, bitter winter.

One day, I will be the colors in the sky

That merge

A multitude of shades and intonations

Of murky grey, of glistening yellow

Still you see only the beginning and the end.

You cease to grapple.