I May Never Get Here

I’d love to plop upon a bank

and watch a river roar

without a care if I get wet

or if I start to sneeze from mold

and springtime dandelions.

I’d love to chew upon a reed

and taste the sweet

without a care of poison.

I’d love to throw my arms out wide

without the fear of freezing.

I’d love to camp below the stars

without a care of gas costs,

or how darn much the trailer costs

or where I’m going to store it.

published in Iceberg's poetry