Subsequent Canvas

Subsequent Canvas 

The sky is a blank, grey canvas,

and all I can think about 

is the dry heat of the desert. 

I want navy nights in an old pickup truck, 

navigating dirt paths through ivy forests. 

I want to get hopelessly lost in the middle 

of a brown Scottish town during a

thunderstorm, 

to wander through rainbow produce 

stands in the middle of crowded New Delhi streets.

I want to bathe 

in the lilac sunsets at the Reichenbach Falls.

I want to graze ancient architecture with feather-

light fingertips

against Egyptian blue skylines, 

and watch from hole-in-the-wall bookstores,

as the golden streets of Paris slowly awaken. 

I’ve got so many midnight-made plans 

thumbtacked to an outdated 

map of the world, and I can see it all 

painted against the sky. 

(By Stehpane Mohr)

All images by @seoulcult <3