The fields stretch out in long unbroken rows. We walk aware of what is far and close. Here distance is familiar as a friend. The feud we kept with space comes to an end.

May my silences become more accurate.

I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.

The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

Time marks us while we are marking time.

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

In the kingdom of bang and blab.