If you can’t physically be in nature meditate on a beautiful picture, it will work wonders!
I love this room. Computer, desk, and books
all beckon me to literary tasks.
The places I’ve arranged to read, the nooks,
invite me to their softness. My book asks
attention, draws me to another world
where, for a time, I put on different masks.
I see the flag of Singapore unfurl,
the snow-capped alpine peaks of Switzerland,
and watch Italian tourists as they hurl
their coins into the Trevi Fountain. Grand
the banks of Paris, Notre Dame, the Seine.
I’ve traveled far and walked upon the strand
through books, come home with riches more than ten
and fifty thousand pounds in gold. The streets
and mountains I have seen will keep me when
the aggravating march of time knocks, greets
me at my door. I close my eyes, go back,
and taste again the flavored travel sweets.
I am in Saas Fee, Switzerland for a short term Media & Philosophy Program. I took the train from Geneva to Saas Fee which is a beautiful resort town in the Alps. I took pictures in route and in Saas Fee, enjoy!
My muse has taken her vacation trip
and I can’t seem to even write a blip,
a shred, a tag, a phrase, or paragraph.
She left me high and dry, and I don’t laugh
when she plays cat and mouse, these games with me.
Perhaps she’s hiding high up in a tree.
Or has she taken wing to Switzerland
to ski the snow-capped Alps so high and grand?
Exploring in the reaches of my mind
I cannot grasp what once was well-defined.
My muse sits on a mountaintop so high
while my ideas thud, refuse to fly.