skies of question

I sometimes go camping within my own mind
Setting up shelter from the elements that surround
There is more night than day at times
Often hiking upon the mountains of regret to see the view
Such great peaks and grander valleys to be seen
Gathering random words, which simply lay around nearby,
I set them alight and roast s’mores of remembrance
Rather fun put to flame, yet bitter to the taste
How often do I lay there staring up at the question marks that twinkle above me?
Some moments are spent skipping teardrops across memories passed pooled ponds
More often I find myself lost on a trail with no path
These journeys last for an eternity, yet lapse in seconds
When I come back from my blank-stared vacation
I am better for not having forgotten
Although I never arrive fully prepared










-j.g.smith (09/26/07)