October 13, 1977 (I was 32)
Measuring
Distance
Standing on one ridge
looking across the canyon
to the next,
distance is deceptive.
The line of sight is
direct.
The turkey vultures glide
it in no time.
The mind flies as easily
across
and does not understand the
resistance of the body;
does not understand flight
as unified commitment.
No command is given to fly.
And the trek down the
mountain across the creek
and up the mountain
is the correct way to
measure geography,
pacing the actual terrain,
making observations beyond
geometry.
It’s a practice in the
correct sense of place,
and perfect really, if you
cant fly.
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