All this longing,

For lands unseen

And people unknown,

For a self untainted

By everyday hassle.

 

 

I´m longing for naked pages,

Naked toes

And naked spaces.

 

If I could catch my spirit

I´d bottle it down

And stare at it for hours

Pull a face at it

And maybe caress it

Hush, little baby,

Don´t you cry.

 

April 2016