Day Dream

My home is lost
this place runs like a spinning hive
lacking the savoring solitude
and consumes available distance
I eat alone on windy grass
crowded with cool dampness of
fresh smelling earth as I smile at the
buildings. Yet this isolate picture
does not contain truth.
My mind travels through space to
distant battlefields and long
avoided dreams, walking towards
a hand outstretched before
shimmering falls of fire as silver
water licks its feet with glaring
stars and piercing beauty displays
wonders of revolving mystery so fast that
it slings back to earth as my eye catches
a grass hopper chirping.