Drifting Away...

...across the naked forests, to the hunter and her brood...over the polar ice and over a storm-swept rock, through troubled skies over the Seine, and even more troubles in the desert...and on...through the monsoons over the sub-continent, and then down, down to the antipodes, and then back up, over the wide ocean, drifting down to catch a glimpse of someone mid-ocean...back through the northwest, where another part of me now dwells...and then over the great western plains, and finally back, in my room, in my town, where I can rest until tomorrow...