Tell me why my mind travels
from thought to thought
the way others travel from place to place.
I linger over oceans,
vistas, undiscovered countries
and wonder, wander, witness
so many new places I could capture
had I a camera.
I hear the whisper of breezes
through page-less trees
as they navigate me
through bleak and blame.
They lead my feet into hopeful passages.
I discover new cultures,
new languages that beckon shyly,
asking me to give them voices
to give them history
to give them labels that stick to foreheads.
I wander into my darker regions
and embrace my deepest depressions,
wrong impressions, forgotten lands.
I let my thinking guide me forth
to change my own equations
as I wander my personal equator.