Longing for escape pulls me
toward an unpopulated landscape,
to natural grandeur given
the edge that the mind needs,
as I give an edge to days
fading into night, but guilt free,
leaving no tire tracks on the land.

No need for the gear a body demands,
no risk of bruising whatever crosses
my path, the path itself an insult.
The artist does my dirty work,
enlarges the curated collection
of wonders in my head.