great plains somewhere.

ambling along an unfamiliar road
not expecting anything
but then
at the corner of somewhere suburban
there is a field

rimmed with pine and coniferous
trees of all sorts
greens and yellows reminiscent of a countryside
like something out of a Lord of the Rings movie
fantasy-fiction, only dressed poorly in a gaudy suit of bungalows.

I walk in
simply because it's there and nowhere else
and there is nothing else.

It is because there was absolutely nothing there
that I found everything. Almost.
Christopher Boone might understand.

a parallel emptiness
it's almost like nature understood
and maybe even laughed over me
like a mother laughs over an unknowing child.

I will come back
and the next time
pretend like nothing else matters.