Truant

I wish I had given myself more time to forget the day
and leave behind all this concrete.

I wish I had just walked into the woods with courage and dreams

and a pen

something to give me the push to write without worries
to have nothing to really write about at all

I wish I had given myself freedom and the
choice to live away from demands
I would do anything to just leave
hang a sign, like they do at small family owned stores
"out to lunch be back soon"

no obligation to really comeback at all,
no pressure or reason to hurry
or be bothered.

no one to want to account for me
no missed calls or
unread text messages
or fear about where I must have gone.

The silent pleasure in riding myself of all those voices

to be a deserter must be so splendidly frustrating

and free.