Oh, The Places You’ll Go

Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?

I want to exist inside a candle flame.

I want to explore a Doctor Seuss book.

I want to witness the Victorian era firsthand.

I want to race through arteries and veins as a red blood cell, reviving as I pass through the lungs with a fresh burst of oxygen.

I want to travel along neurons and synapses in the brain, being a part of a dream.

I want to trek a thunder cloud, pregnant with rain and lashing out with light.

I want to romp about in the universe.

I want to be folded into a paper flower.

I want to exist inside a candle flame.