Miles From Nowhere

By Keith Billings

Miles from nowhere
I float on the wind.          FLOW
The endless, ceaseless,          WITH
                           wind.             YOUR
                                          DREAMS
I float on a slow current,                         AND
                           trapped,            YOU
within a raging torrent                                                               WILL
of endlessly changing wind...                         SEE
that dreams of freedom.                                THEM
                                                 MEET
Miles from nowhere                               WILL
I float with a river,                                                         YOU
trapped within its banks,                  AND
twisting toward the sea…                WIND
sharing its dream of…                    THE
                          freedom.    LIKE
                                    FLY
That wind
has blown mountains…
                          to dust.
And this is the river
of the grandest canyon.

Their timeless strength
not mine.
Their enigmatic wisdom…
                          also
But…
                          their freedom

is so much like mine…
                          only a dream.

Miles from nowhere…
                          Somewhere,
the river spills into the sea.

I have only to float there
to find an island…
                          for me.

Miles from nowhere…
somewhere,
every kite must land.
                          Somehow,
I have only to set my sail
To go there.
And...
As the wind-borne sand falls,
                          too…
dreams will fall…
into the path of my life.

                          Miles from nowhere.

© 4-2-92 by KEITH BILLINGS