My orbit is small and comfortable,

but,

every so often,

my limbs grow restless.

My tongue sharpens.

My eyes squint.

I need an adventure.

Nothing grand or tropical.

I crave a new topography.

A shift in the configuration of the earth.

Rolling hills to flat plains.

New bird calls tickle my ears.

Rocks of different colors push up from everywhere, stirring me.

Contorted trees twist and sway me.

I am awakened, and ready to return home.