In the Hills

I'm stuck in this room
with florescent lighting.
Outside it's bright
the sky is blue
the trees are green
the air is clear.

I miss that place
in the mountains.
Open plains
rolling hills.
The way the air touched my skin.
The ocean in the distance.
The freedom all around me.

For days I could wander
and never be found.
But i know where I am.
I see the deer
the cattle
the bobcat crouched in the tall grass.
No houses.
No cars.
Just freedom.

I miss
that place.