Escapism (Poem)

Every photograph,

Of any place,

Seems a world of its own,

And the viewing

Brings it to life.

I feel the worlds

As they come to life.

A split-second and I'm there,

Amongst the trees,

Or along old stone streets.

Every viewing

Makes my heart swell,

But not with the urge to leave.

I feel the adventure,

As if I am already there.

The escapist dreams of leaving,

The adventurer has already left.

-Zero