Else Where

I'm not here.

Perhaps it looks like I am.
Perhaps you see my body
with my converse shoes
that move absentmindedly,
my chest that breathes
under my sweater,
my hand that picks up my travel mug

But it's a mirage.
You've made a mistake,
For I'm not here.

I am Else Where.
I am where I can feel
the touch of the wind on my face.
I am where I can breathe in
the wet ground, sweet with life.
I am where I can hear the trees
whispering histories to each other.

I have journeyed far from myself,
journeyed deep into myself.
Please leave a message
For I'm not here.