Because
Standing still
Is death
Impossible to gauge
To comprehend
Without standing
In the midst
Feeling the flow
Feeling the insignificance
Of one more being
In this tumultuous rapids
Of being
Not for its familiarity
Nor for its comforts
Nor even its dull grey beauty
But for its being
An integral part
Of my being
I’ve wondered, too
Is this the nature of travel
Or the nature of me
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
Eyes forward
Movin’ on
Leavin’ all the dust
Behind me
Some with regret
And, some, disdain
Though most with neither
This nor that
I think not
Of the world I’m in
The present
Not this very day
But all the worlds
I’ve yet to see
Which will also
Fall behind