I went to the woods because...

I went to the woods because I wanted an adventure 

I wanted to forget about my past and think of it as a blur 

learn new things like to sing on my own

learn new things and bring it home

Bring it home I say? Now what does that mean?

Bring it to Miami with all the fish in the sea? 

What is home to me?

somewhere where I can just be

and not get judged because all good things are wild and free

I find that peace in the mountain range

where nothing is plain

and only strangely good as I wonder around

I walk for miles and miles without a sound 

or a worried thought popping into my mind,

this is the one place I can lose track of time.

Like Thoreau once said "simplicity, simplicity, simplicity"

"I went to the woods because I wish to live deliberately" 

walking for days through the valleys and the hills

I can hear the sweet winds blowing in something so still

I look up and see the shining stars, only shooting for good cause 

to make wishes and pause 

and be grateful for where I stand 

only me and the trees and no other man

Or what about the one Edward Abbey

who feels "a ridiculous greed and possessiveness come over me.

I want to know it all, possess it all, embrace the entire scene...An insane wish?" 

he questions as he wishes to the stars in the sky, the same stars as me?

do we have the same hopes and wildest dreams? 

the hope for isolation and a place to fit in

the same hope for destination a place we can live

I may have seen this place off in the distance

and finally my resistance for risk

disappeared then reappeared but then disappeared one night

as the bald of investor gap layer under me

I could sit and sleep under the whole galaxy

there were so many stars I was counting "1,2,3"

so many stars appearing with the wind blowing through the trees

my zero degree

was zipped up with my eyes peeking out

as the time ticks on by, ticking so silently loud

as the stars start to fade as the skies start to change 

All nature connects with the same sunrise and sunset

the same colors in the sky

I can look the painter in the eye

and wonder who

combined the orange pink and blue

and think of the ways

the earth turns from night to day

and the comfort of knowing I have another day,

just one more day,

at least one more day

to appreciate

how my home is in the mountain world

how I'm such a lucky girl

I can't go back to the city life

how will I survive

waking up to the horns and construction

how will I function

knowing that everything I do

is adding up to

what I thought was my home being submerged by water

the earth is heating up it is only getting hotter

how can we live with ourselves knowing that we will

get every human life burned up and killed 

This wouldn't happen in the hills

or at least not as much

At least we are aware of how much we don't care

All these cosmological functions

thing they know something

of how to save our last few days 

Apart of me wants to spend my time

locked away

in a simple way

no one to reach me or get me to pay

but I can't just watch my home sink

wait,

is it my home?

I can't think.

I still don't know and I'm almost done with this poem

There is no right choice

no right step

for the future

no right choice for this next adventure

on the roller coaster of life

you go up you go down

you get lost and then your asked to be found.

It's so confusing and slightly abusing being told what to do

by someone that doesn't have a clue when saying

"staying put" is all you need

but don't forget to get up and leave

and explore around

but make sure you come back down.

I don't think I will ever know what qualifies as a true home

but I sure know the mountains come very very close.