There is a depth that keeps us close
and ever far without approach
It wanders across worn cobblestones,
cold concrete and windswept paths
that take us somewhere,
and nowhere fast
It climbs the stairs,
It jumps the bridge
It fills the river
then shows its spine
It brings vision to paper, walls
and bright screens soon to dim
and shares images from spaces
—naked without walls
The eyes of young ones stare
looking for direction
from those who care
as the owl hoots a distant cry,
flocks join and take off in flight
rabbits burrow in the earth
as ants march on and on
and thousands ask
—but why?
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