TOURIST

i'm a tourist everywhere i go.

even at home
i'm always looking up.

the sky won't wait
for approval
turning from blue
to a pumpkin colored warmth
on a dime better spent

on a head tilting up
to smile.

i spent an entire season
on a mountain side,
getting to know

each tree by name,
flower by scent,
rock by shape.

i remember how it changed
the texture of my personality,

smoothing the edges
of who i was
until all confusion had left.

so with eyes closed
and arms outstretched
i too, was part of the forest's canopy.

casting shadows on unknowingness
shedding light on things to come.