one foot before another,
making our way across the equator
with the turn of the earth
our efforts seem rather futile this way
but we see in slow motion.
It is not about getting anywhere
but the ground moving us
at a tilt till we meet the heel of year-old footprints.
if we wait long enough there will be more than
three hundred sunrises to stargaze to.
will you stay with me?
even when i leave,
there will be a dust trail streaking through
the sky you may mistake for
a star burning itself
into a black hole.
Then all will be new
and I will always