Wanderlust

Lost in a land not my own,
I find my eyes drawn 'round
To the snaking river's flow
And the snow crust o'er the ground.

Wondering at what I'm shown,
Marveling at all the sound
Acutely, my senses honed
For action at the mountain's crown.

Feeling that my time's on loan,
I rush to find that not found
And am pulled back and groan
As my astonishment is drowned.

Ripped away with naught a moan
From up so high to so far down
Back again to a world my own
But to this world, I am not bound.