Feeling of Wander

It’s true
That when you set out
With no objective
You quickly get one

It strikes you like
The sun strikes your face
At a magnified degree
To wake you up

On certain mornings

You step out and breathe the air
And suddenly you’re not without care
But you can do as you
So desire

Friends down the block
In parts you wouldn’t
Be able to safely walk
Off of Del Rosa

Home by another name

Church Street and Buckeye
In the shadow of an arrowhead

It’s pointing you to
The next graspable goal:

“Here”

With your own place to make
Fit into the endless landscape

You can rocket down Boulder
In an S2000

Blockbusters at the cinema
Breaking up fights
Billowing vape
Blasting miles at a time

You can wake up and look out

At the entire valley
From a mansion’s balcony

Citrus Plaza, Redlands
Loma Linda foothills
Like the foothills of
East Highland

Where smog drifts in the air
Tying tongues in limestone
And burning lungs
With runes and tomes

When I cough I remember
This is where I’m from

The land of oranges
Of dry, hot air
Saturated only with
Broken glass and exhaust

You can find palm trees
Close to the cities

But once you leave the roads
You’re just a stone’s throw
From finding out why
You woke up this time today

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