The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.
And I rejoiced in being what I was.
Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.
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.
The damage of teaching: the constant contact with the undeveloped.
I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow, The wheel turning away from itself, The sprawl of the wave, The on-coming water.