Image and poem by Isabelle Sorrells
I wander, race, and climb
To distances and heights
So I can see.
I search for something to occupy my feet
And to enrapture my mind
In beauty and difficulty,
To surround me on all sides
And hold me in that moment forever –
For just a moment
Until I must return to the future.
It would be a nice escape
If I could return to my reality
And be satisfied.