Stretching Into Knowledge Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strutting into another lane, finding the peace of being, closing
in on me.

Wandering like a nomad in the desert, letting go of everything
I know and going within the confines of another dimension.

Being held within the spheres of intellect, being the foremost
thing that is part and parcel of who I am becoming here in the
midst of imagination.

Why am I finding the imagined aspects of tomorrow in the mind
of another person who knows nothing of who I am on this journey
towards the mountains of another atmosphere - stretching further
into many facets of knowledge.