A distance more or less

There is no road without a destination,

For on the track of no approach to end

Adorned in signs for traveling instruction,

That has not even slight a curve or bend.

Yet distance grows and shortens by the length

Dependent on the method which it's measured,

Instead of being led by what's the horses strength

Or how the trek from point to point is leisured.

The waxing lights that skate around the asphalt

Rise higher with each mile left behind,

Anticipating feet ahead to halt

Where nowhere is antithesized in kind;

Not place or stop but somewhere to confide

Another pair of legs to walk alongside.

The River's Hold

The river curls
A trembling glow upon her surface
She wraps around the city as a smile

The river's warm
And charitable in her relief
Of shivering replaced by numb desire

The river holds my cheek
And gives me all the strength to be
Adrift forever in her wake

The river's deep
Reveals to me her darkest keeps
The further way we get from light