Travel

and history.  So much
to experience from a ship,
from a bus, or on foot.
We reach into the essence
of emotion, of time, extract
fragments of the story.
How footsteps between
are steeped in thought,
caramelized and consumed
by tomorrow.  I imagine
ancient thoroughfares bustling
with the brine of business,
people appearing, then gone,
marble weeping.  There is always
a fear of twilight.  I imagine
wind, rain, lightening and rivulets
returning to...I imagine the darkest
crevice in Emphasis occupied
by your eyes.