journeying
a thin silver thread
do you see?
the sun found it this morning
before we went to the mountains.
look!
a snail trail.
over driveway. still evidence
of determination, haphazard, of travel.
how can it throw caution to the wind
throw itself into the small small movement
one millimeter at a time.
i would give up, i would not see
that unbelievable goal
mapped on summer asphalt and dirt.