Where do you go, when you're here?

Here

but removed

and I can not reach you.

Enclosed in thoughts that don't include me.

A landscape I can't enter in.

Where do you go, in your mind?

Swirling mists

in rain forest glens,

or valleys of desert sage.

Where kestrels soar

on thermal breaths

that lift the wing.

I am here 

and I am not.

 I 

am not welcome

on that journey.

I sit here and quietly study you

but 

I am not worried

Because I know, wherever you go,

you'll return to 

me.