By meters or by miles
over fences, over stiles,
my path the solitude of highways,
enduring every weather’s trials;
through parking lots of asphalt want,
bureaucracies with tedious wiles;
evading pumice stones of worry,
the dull-eyed queues in waiting aisles;
tenaciously I’m coming back
by meters or by miles.
My goal is set. My sight is clear.
My pace is steady; it reconciles
the endless list of unpaid debts
time relentlessly compiles.
However great the distance,
however much to quit beguiles,
look for me; I’m coming back,
by meters or by miles.
April 29, 2017