Distance as Time
The unturned stones are whispering
catching their breath as my footsteps near
and though the wind doesn't care which way I am moving
I am moving because it knows that I'm here
Symbols from far away
catch me coming closer day by day
I'm a man on a mission, as the saying goes,
to fill the soles of my shoes with holes
Grass springs up where a trail once was
forgetting old footsteps and yearning for sun
like long ago lovers whose voices I've missed
returning to their routine once they know I've moved on
Signals from a life at sea
Shine threw my eyelids as I sleep
It's actually just sunlight between the trees
rushing me to get back on my feet
The unturned stones are whispering
I promise not to rest until I flip their hides.
And though it might cost more years than I've got
years are easier to measure with the turn of the tides.
2012 Moira G. Gallaga©