i wonder how many of my steps

does it take to get from one end

of kolderveen to another?

today it took two-million

slow steady straining steps

to get from washington

to now.

but i am here,

and i have never heard such birds

or seen such green

or smelled such smells

like that of here

and that of now.

today i am tired,

but tomorrow,

everything will be new again

and from dream to waking dream

i will begin.