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.