A trip to Australia,
one I take in my imagination every Saturday,
alongside the Discovery channel.

A yearning for travel so intense
that it becomes a land within me,
a place where my closest friends tread,
those who still remain,
for some have forgotten my phone number.

I find contentment in the realms of birds
(writing in the cosmos
with blue waves about earthly landscapes).

Out of nowhere,
uncertainty troubles me:
I do not know if our field is free of husks,
so we can plow it.