A year from now, I will be over there.

I am too far away
in the landscape of my mind
for having a conversation
with myself.

Even if I do shout it out,
the wind will carry it away
and I will not hear myself 

speak.

Too far away to listen to my heart
Beckon my head in from the fog
Fathom the signs in the distance
Or find the little red dot on my map which says "I am here"

To then decide where I want to be.
I am not at all in the frame of mind 

to jiggle this jar of my being 

to swish the contents around. 

And say, "here I am!"

Gazing the green and blue horizon from a magnificent cliff! I am alone in a serene place, and it is quiet. The wind is stirring the elements but I, I am still inside and out.