It was needed.
A change.
A change in skyline.
A change in landscape.
It was time.
I had the backseat of the car to myself.
I watched as the scenery changed.
Residential areas had me at first.
Local stores and homes.
That quickly changed.
Paved highways took over.
Metal bridges all around.
Tall buildings in the distance.
Then another change.
Wide open highway.
Basically flatland with short buildings.
I closed my eyes for awhile.
When they opened again,
it was to another change.
This time there were mountains.
Tall, pine tree covered mountains with
dusty, dirt roads that too me past
patches of log cabins type houses.
The change is here.
The change is great.
I’m surrounded by mountains and trees
twenty miles from the nearest small and friendly town.
But now, after a week,
I’ve had my share.
It’s time.
Time for a change.
I need to get back to
the cities and highways
and some human life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem