sometimes it is very quiet in the city

never entirely quiet

but neither is it entirely quiet in the country

on a sunday morning

in the city   without the trash collectors

and with the traffic reduced

one can lie in bed and pretend

you're on the ocean   on a huge ocean liner

going to italy or tierra del fuego

or imagine flying like a condor over these california hills

i don't usually imagine such things

but i'm trying

my rote daydreams have grown tired from overuse

i'm becoming a traveler