far away places

you've always hated it here,
and i never saw it.
forever you've spoken with longing faces of
far away places and islands
amid the sea.
i never understood why you didn't just
scoot down-hill and sip up the water
from the local stream.

i picked 700 blueberries for you,
and you let them rot.
you sat blind to me, dreaming up all your fantasies,
so i twirled myself into oblivion.
and as i spun
you cried out "Freedom!"
and i said i'd never heard of that.