Take me Away, Just Like a State

Geographer, take me away

Quickly, lightly, gently

Whip me into shape

Just like a State

Perhaps a mitten

Maybe Michigan

or a beard in profile 

Dipped in the Atlantic

Florida

like Italy and Adratic

Lift me up

like wild blueberries in Maine

Champagne in California

I will not complain

Any place will do, dear

Any place is better

I'm always smiling brighter

whenever we're together

Fly me away

Paris, Verona or Oahu 

How I dream of being airborne

With clouds and landscapes around you

I'm missing your mountain kisses

Your long highway drives

I'll take the path to least resistance

An atlas, map or rhyme

Just ride with me, baby

Endless motion one more time

Swim with me

Float into the mystic

Seas of green and blue

The Atlantic or Pacific

Lilting waves in Jersey

Knock us to the sand

We'll chase memories of our childhood

up and down the eastern seaboard

Sail with me

I long to be that free

Sky above and sea below

Sheets reflected shadows

Maybe in Rhode Island

On a lake in New Hampshire

or Vermont

Shapes triangulating

Bright white edges

taught or waving

in the wind

A trip upon the water 

An idyllic luscious, liquid-y spin

Run with me

Until our legs ache

Race me down hill in the woods

Until our waters break

Creeks flow through green trees

Rocks with scattered leaves

Sticks and trails

legs branched and frail

walking here until the end of time

Accompany me on pretty paths sublime

Take me away from here

Move my hopes into the clear

Let's go on endless trips of joy

I'm so in love with your possibilities, boy

Take me away

Whip me into shape

Just like a State

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016