3 Miles To Nowhere Poem by Karen Siewert

The day starts with a cooling breeze
Dancing through your bedroom window
Pushing aside white lace curtains
Into the sparsely decorated room

A day where the sun
Will become a silvery white blinding disk
Witness to all that is happening below

No matter
You're in the zone
Sweat trickles beneath the elasticized waist of your blue patterned shorts
Secreting its way between the sensitive flesh of your buttocks
Long smooth thigh muscles stretch and bunch
Stretch and bunch
Soothing breaths expand your lungs, breeze through your nose to cool your salty upper lip
To which you touch a tongue, pressing close your eyes to better savor the exquisite brine

Ahead a mostly blank white wall
Inside darkened greenery grown tall
Patches of light illuminate deep brown soil blanketed with leaves, needles, animal leavings
Cool air noisily silent
A mixture of scents flow through---familiar, almost identifiable, mostly longed for

Hot flaming heat
Needles of bright white light
Cleaving the gelatinous mass of the eye
Scouring the brain
Leaving it a soggy sopping mass

You hadn't expected to leave your imprint on that mostly blank white wall