To Chicago

Highway near Chicago

There is a journey

through the fields of corn,

where windmills adorn

the landscape.

They blink

a firefly red..

after the sun sets

The tarmac ribbon

runs straight

to man made heights

the soaring might

of human will

The wind blows

whistles and screams

then all is still

Pause

Colours of fall

rustle, hustle.

music fills tall

spaces

and then

it begs... 

Chicago Skyscrapers from Sears Towers

Find the flame..

Stoke some embers

Find a spark

to light the fires

of my imagination...

Where is the flame?

The deluge is here

 outside my window

Find the fire

and the rain will burn

Sunrise at Indianapolis

    

Bon Voyage....Armchair Traveller

Fishers, Indiana

I dream of journeys to change me.

Or make me more of the same.

All that I do. 

All that I live. 

All that I consume

With my eyes, ears, nose... 

Where do they take me? 

Is there anywhere to go?

I wonder.

But then
 wonders are

what I seek...