My Mind

My mind is what frees me from this solitude of size- for my mind wanders out over the vast, frozen plains and absorbs within its view the shifting cloud patterns crossing the planets surface. My mind places the sun upon the horizon or at the center of planetary ellipses; my mind remembers my childhood and my mother’s childhood and my grandfather’s father. My place in this kitchen is my place in my mind in this kitchen. I am learning to move Peter Pan like, out over the houses, over time, over distance, over all.