There’s the question

that the road still silently flops

in front of my falling feet

how far can I follow

before the cadence breaks – the need

to earn and live and learn could stop

the spurs of silent speed?

How far before the limits of bone

and breath would breach

the call of lake or long white beach

How far before the blend of loneliness

and pain will wrestle down

even this defiant metronome.