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
Most drawn to center
Where all of us are one
But many lost in darkness
To drift beyond the crest
Pix to Words 