.. AMBUL

Northern lights whined where I began

Deep set paths moaned where they ended

Through the gateway,

into a square

a string of blinding planets

flanked the one at move:

forests sentenced each final breath

seas legislated without scruple

nations cheered in endless wonder

we came on our feet.

What does it mean for ages to pass in a blink?

How may one walk without direction?

That is their question whose answer still eludes me

In this place where

we arrive trembling, to see.