I have done the long roads

I have done the long roads, the 
'planes in air and the tyres pushing water. 
I have done the trains winding 
through the night.  I have walked

to the moon and back my feet
facing forward and the miles
wearing against the skin.  I have been

so tired I could not move and my 
mind walked in a waking dream 
that took over from reality, my 
body frozen in space and time, the

energy gone except for reeling
skies and scrolling hieroglyphics, the laughter
of saints.  Now

I have smaller places to be and I leave
one door to enter another
not far, not near, but distant
enough for bones to coggle and in a day

carry the will.  I am a woman 
of reductions.  I take small steps 
now.

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