Thursday, June 16, 2011

Where Roads Go

[Daughter photo]

Trees seek light
As depths,
Assigned to shadow,
Disappear at night.
It is done
By rolling under the
Sun as it
Traverses space,
Manifold universes,
Being is to be,
I believe,
A survey of
Infinity bound
To be inconclusive--
That is understood--
But often best
Begun on roads
Through a wood.