LANDSCAPES

A stroll anywhere can be a journey to wherever

you’ve always wanted to go... to see... to be.

It depends altogether on orientation and hope,

both gifts as wonderful as Prometheus’ fire

and just as likely to anger the gods of reason.

How sad to be tethered to circumstances,

so only birds of duty can come and feast

just enough to hurt but let living continue.

Hope is the necessary light that transforms

everything into a landscape made of dreams.