When the road ahead
Appears to have no options
And may end
In a box canyon
Appears to have no options
And may end
In a box canyon
I remind myself
There are always options
I remind myself
There are always options
Where they begin
Is as much a mystery
As where they end
But their promise of adventure
Calls to me
Aum, it says
A young man throws sticks to his dog
Which gleefully, gaspingly
Retrieves them
I love it so much
I tend to find it
Where others see only the everyday
Only the expected
When it’s no longer possible
To get an image
With a hand-held camera
I sit down
And bask in the immensity