i want to go to canada.
see the woods and
feel the cold and
meet the people
(because i have always heard
the people there
are kinder than
the people here).
i want to see oregon.
because although
i never have fit in
in this place,
something tells me
it would feel
like home.
i want to visit new orleans.
but not because
i want to dance
at a bar on bourbon street,
or figure out
why it’s called
the crescent city,
but because i want
to be part
of a family,
[and you always said
i could be part
of yours].
i want to live in seattle.
feel the damp mist on my skin
and the fog in my bones,
sit outside and
let it soak deep into my soul.
i want to hike wales.
with a pack on my shoulders,
while tripping over my
hiking boots
(that have always been
a size too big)
and eating scones
in tiny b&bs’,
i want to walk vermont.
(but only in the fall)
so i can wear
my favorite blue sweater
and listen to you remind me
that i am beautiful.
i want to dance in an apple orchard.
get married in
the crisp autumn air,
and tell you that
although i want to see
the world,
the only thing
i need to see
is you.
