Untitled - October 18, 2001
The path traced between two points
converge in the middle
as we vacillate between
going left
or right.
The small jump
from one tip to the other
becomes forever
as the waiting
stretches
into the distance.
There is no real haste
in traversing the gap
from one to another --
slowly meandering
across the expanse
of the plains.
The changing hip and valleys
of the landscape
beckon for closer examination
until all you can see
is thin line
where rough
becomes smooth.
(
geocities.com/pdt_bear)