The wanderlust disease spread by the sun
travels through apathetic empty space
the dark recesses of our milky way

Punctures ozone and atmospheric gases
warms the rising oceans with its touch
heats the hard crusted earth underneath

And it invades, infects our shaking legs

A winter's work melted into puddles
revealing mud for us to get stuck in
ice crystals almost fully evaporated

The cabin fever dust rises and chokes
our staunched lungs, keeps us from breathing
the fresh air we've been gasping for

Staring out the window to scenes so far away

Red breasted robins amassed by the thousands
doubled wings fluttered at your doorstep
the quiet chill interrupted by their chattering

The barren fields slowly crack and release
sprouts of green, the tiniest of leaves
a promise for a season so much brighter

The theatric flares of this balcony setting

I'm outside your house, bended knee and waiting
for these chains to rust and fall away
the ineveitable process of oxidation, freeing

The outstretched hand, the longing glance
my poetic misstep in the right direction
graze my fingers for another moment

And we'll run away, just name the place