My heart is dreaming of all the open spaces
as I maneuver through crowds and cars
in an overstuffed suburbia
that was once beyond quiet

My heart carries me to those open spaces
and I leave the perpetual din behind
with its gawkers and chatter
who never pause for breath

My heart is dreaming of all the open spaces
as I watch the cars fly by
every person trapped within the hurry, hurry, hurry
of this life without pause

My heart is dreaming of all the open spaces – Caroline A. Slee