Inside Trip

 

I watch the evening shadows

Sweep over steps in my minds distance

Through cloud and fog I strain for vision

Of a glimpse of remote clarity

The stubborn pixels refuse to line up

They clash and crash and push apart

Creating chaos most confusing and absurd

Steps rise and disappear into their own perspective

The resolution is most clearly blurred

The stronger the gaze

The thicker the haze

More determined, I intensify my focus

Extrapolate with interpolative intuition

For I must fulfill my need

To plan the trip and make the climb

To find out where those darn steps lead

 

I think the first step is a good place to start

But I don’t know what to pack for the trip?

 

s. paul (April 2020)