The truth
about distance
may never be
determined,
but over the course
of a lifetime, we
have learned
that now
is so much
more demanding
than belief
in the future
ever was—
how
our movements tended
to leave a smudge
on the juxtaposition
of objects
we loved—
that we did not know
until we knew
that here
was the heaven
we'd always wanted:
the open sky,
the cadenced plain,
the words
(which were
never quite part
of ourselves)
all dissolving,
and all
of the history
we’d pursued
until now
in the frame
of the rearview.