Not Of This World (morphing version for shop)

There I am
Standing here ignoring you
it seems.
For I'm in my mind
elsewhere with my muse.

Maybe you see me looking up
watching contrails or geese
with an inaudible sigh.
Give me some tolerance please

Does it seem I only visit here
occasionally at random?
I'm checking on those whom I hold dear
and try to write a poem or two.

Beyond these trails is my true home
where trees are tall and hills are steep,
the places where the wild things live
not among the human sheep.

So let me walk my wilding way
each day at least a little while
that world of green and mossy gray
which lends to me this quiet smile.