Where I Go

'Where do you go?' She asked...

Well, I wait for the darkest, clearest night,
go to the highest point on the highest hill
wait for shooting stars and make a wish.
Then I open my eyes.

and I fly through the sky like an airplane
a bird, a Wandering Albatross,
glide, for hours above the earth,
wings extended.
Flapping is just too much work.
sometimes I'm just there

and I soak in the salty water of the Atlantic Ocean
waves of warm liquid rushing over me,
sinking into the moistened sand.
Dead Crabs and broken shells at my feet
sometimes I stay there

and I am a child at the fair,
the aroma of cotton candy; funnel cakes; popcorn balls
on the Ferris Wheel observing the ants below.
Someone's watching me; he's always watching me
I pretend I'm not there

and I'm running with Alice;
this little white rabbit with a watch is apparently late for an important meeting;
we're like, "What's the hurry, little rabbit?"
Rabbits don't go to meetings... do they?
I won't follow him

and there is this girl,
she smells like sugar, corn syrup, and sweetened milk,
warmed for four minutes and then cooled and wrapped in wax paper;
it's Halloween; teenagers... and that's her favorite treat. I'm awkward;
and her voice is a song. I'm stupid...
and her hair is a soft fire. I'm ugly...
I need her in my life. I mean, I did but she's gone now...
she's moved on from me.

and I am an alien who's been to Earth
and the Martians ask me questions, like,
how were the hot dogs in New York City?
or was the Chicago deep dish pizza to die for?
Did you try the southern BBQ?

...and are earth girls really easy?
And we laugh. Yep we laugh.

Sometimes, That's where I am...
I go back there to grasp a hold of;
gain control over; fear, anger, hatred
gripping me in the places others weren't supposed to.

And I said... 'I'm just thinking.'

Eugene Finley