I want to run away,
Into the valleys your glaciers carved centuries ago.
Into the wild flowers, golden and glistening in a summer’s setting sun.
I want to feel and smell and taste the air in nostrils,
On tongue, and wrapped around hair strands
Flirting with rounded and flushed cheeks.
I want to escape into your wild wilderness
Where huckleberries are stolen by hungry bears
And the stars run away with the moon.
Where nights are cool and days are drenched in a fierce northern sun.
Where starry hosts twinkle in the crisp glimpses you steal away for me.
I want to feel feet and toes locked in the cool river’s stream,
Slipping on smooth and weathered multicolored pebbles.
I want to see bicycles and pedestrians,
Hippies and office workers,
Coffee stands and local breweries.
I want this ache in my chest to burst wide open as your air fills my lungs so full
I hyperventilate on it’s purity.
I want to be wrecked at the sight of your mountains dousing the valleys in their glory.
Break this heart like the tamaracks break open earth in their birthing.
Let the magpie cry to my ears how much it’s missed me.
I long to be missed by you,
In hopes you’ll rapture me from this place
And bless me once more into the escape only your borders can bring me.