Whimsy.

I’m thirsty for whimsy

Something to snap me out of this haze

How can I find it

Right where I am

I need to be present, grounded

But my heart longs to lift away

Dreaming of a different landscape

A spontaneous adventure

It’s all talk

All planning

The reality is that it’s unrealistic

So instead I write

And tuck away the longing

Forcing myself to find magic

Here in front of me.