I follow the trail.
Here is where i am and where i want to be
wrapped tightly in the firm arms of my work
like any woman who knows the man she loves will be leaving soon
and wants to fully inhale his smell and imprint the feel of his arms around her
after he has long gone.
and that a world beyond the work exists
is a distant thought
the world is the work
and nothing else matters
nothing beyond the word
not even these houses on the other side of the valley
nothing but the words
breathing the breath
to the work
the work to calls to me