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 can’t fly.
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