Returnings

I journey at 35,000 feet above mother earth
and see her anew with eagle's eyes...
on the flash of wings
the journey brings me to another reality
far from the land where I now live
to a distant way of life
where mountains of rock earth and tree
are replaced by mountains of concrete and glass
and man made spires reaching tall to the sky
dwarf the natural earth and its people below...
the city which never sleeps...
this is how I think of this place...
the place of my childhood...
memories of feeling stuck in the strangeness
always well up inside and spill over
threatening to overwhelm and suffocate me...
but there is a peace
upon this return...I notice the edge is gone...
claustophobia's grip has loosened to let me be
free of the desire
to leave this place...leave the hecticness...
the constant input screaming at me nonstop
urging me to go back...go back
to my beloved mountains...return to anywhere
silent
where I can hear the earth breathe...
feel the wind blowing free...
see the wild life wandering here and there...
escape the concrete and glass reverberating
the glaring sounds of the city...
be rid of the constant crush of people moving everywhere
rushing...pushing... rubbing against me
in their haste to somewhere..................