Some Other Era
Do you ever find yourself longing
for a time you never knew?
Thinking fondly about some other era,
wishing you had walked other streets
and witnessed other vistas?
I do.
There are moments,
when some other story
draws me away,
from my own.
I ramble down an unknown road
shedding the woman I am today,
leaving behind her trappings
with each step I take,
and feeling reborn
into another world,
with an unread script.
Time appears to be measured differently,
no longer do I feel digitally displayed seconds
stealing my day away from me,
but rather it is the serenity of the setting sun
and the hope of its rising
which seems to matter.
I hear the soundtrack
for this other world,
it is unfamiliar,
but not unwelcomed;
it is a tune I can carry,
and a rhythm I could dance to.
I am enchanted.
It feels lovely here;
I wish to linger,
to explore what may be possible
in this other world.
Might I be content here,
I whisper to myself,
pausing on the path
to await an answer
which will not come.
~ Cristina Jill Mosqueda ~
