The Threat of Distance
The lone young man walking in the distance,
although my eyes wish to hold him. There
on a path never ending. To call him back perhaps, when there is need,
even when there is no need.
The distance quickens and blurs between us
like rising summer heat. First, the shade of trees, then the path’s
dream-like bend into afternoon’s mottled light.
Finally, only the stand of oaks and long green underbrush
remain behind, where an imagined figure
I could have dreamed, must have dreamed,
walked away as steadily as youth fades.
Was he even there, this young man I was once,
in dark blue sweater and faded jeans,
walking into silence, into allegory even,
or truth itself given the mood?
Over the slight rise now,
behind which he still must be walking,
only more distant.
Ed Higgins, Oregon (about)
image: 'Durch die Maisfelder' - Inge Flessa-Glauner, Germany (touch the blue)
the image on top changes to color when you scroll over it
'Durch die Maisfelder' is German for 'Through the Maize fields'
another distance along a trail: Turville Woods (#24)