May 08 2022

Travel Montage

A poem...

Moving forward always
right to left, over map

Falling down the hallways
drifting sites, halt to nap

Worm that winds through nations
or parabolic through the air

Reach our destination
yet here we are still in this square

Oh how Sysiphian!
We have not moved. Why did we stride?

Stop! No time for questions—
a train to catch! Enjoy the ride.