Of Me, What Dreams
With my mind I gain knowledge and with my hands I put it to use. I imagine what the world could be and then I speak it into being. I have moved across the face of the Earth and met its wonders, yet my heart still longs for the stars.
I listened to an opera in the Baths of Caracalla in Rome, saw a play in the Odeon of the Acropolis in Athens, shared tea in a cave with a Bedouin, huddled in a bomb shelter under the rockets of terrorists, rode a camel in the canyons of Petra, and sketched the Hagia Sophia along the Bosphorus.
I studied biblical archaeology in Israel, researched space warfare in America, said a prayer in a church in Rome, drank a pint in a pub in Dublin, sat beneath the stars on the Seine in Paris, toured the grand museums of London, and roamed through the jungles of New York City.
I surfed the beaches of islands, biked the streets of small towns, and ran marathons in big cities. I breathed the ecstasy of the Western mountains and the serenity of the Eastern forests. I held a newborn child in my arms and felt the remnants of the Apollo rockets in my hands.
I have known the past and cherished the present, but I still dream of the future.