The Going – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon



Photo: Ngaanyatjarrah, north-east of Giles weather station.

“All my life, following care along the dusty road, have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.”  Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Going

The road sat quietly on the plain
accentuating the unhiddenness of distance,
an intimacy exposed for what it is,
while trees, as ever, swept the verge
and the moon and sun cared for our steps,
but never for our direction,
just as Alice found,
it mattered nothing,
except in the going.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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