Fahrenden Gesellen

I.
Startled birds remind
-ing constant footsteps I am
in strange surreal land

II.
From window I run
atop oak-spotted hillsides
thru secret tufted plateaus
to rest on sumit
as world on road whizzes by ...

III.
Speeding sodium haze and dark
stalks my window where I go;
home to home, from coast to coast -
strange discomfitting
easy familiarity.

IV.
I dream of nestling
in tall golden grass
after a long summer day
exploring the rustling hills
past the bay with my lover.

V.
Marshy pylons stand
their arms aloft bearing
coiled wire pythons.