My Wild Excursion

Standing at the boundary between two worlds,

Behind me signs of humanity,

Cookie cutter houses and telephone wires stretching onto the horizon,

The jarring noise of cars and airplanes at warp speed.

 

Ahead of me lay the wild lands untouched by human existence.

I am an intruder here,

At peace but still not belonging.

Walking into this world, slowing down, observing.

 

Suddenly standing in the middle of a tiny airport,

Their fragile wings somehow emitting an engine-like roar,

Taxiing over the dry, coarse ground,

Traveling to places only they know exist.

 

Next to me the colors of the rainbow,

Sprinkled over the ground looking like the window of a candy store.

In such sporadic clumps that I can imagine a colossal giant,

Walking, throwing seeds over his shoulder.

 

Suddenly I startle from my stupor;

The hellish screech of a creature otherworldly inundates my ears.

I look up; the creature in question is scouting, scouring the lush green landscape,

Preparing to clamp its talons around the squirming body of its next victim.

 

A tickling sensation on my leg, I look down.

A pair of curious eight-legged explorers,

No doubt out to soak up the afternoon sun on this glorious day,

Not unlike myself.

I brush them off.

 

The fresh air completely enveloping,

Feeling cool, crisp and clean on my skin.

The scents of wild grass, manure, nature ambushing my nose.

 

Abruptly the trail ends.

Surprisingly, my journey has taken no time at all.

Suddenly despondent to return back to the world I came from,

But I know I can return to this world of wonder.