A Bigger Entity
A dirt path dissipates
into ground up stone.
In the newfangled realm,
crusted creatures graze
upon the pads of bare feet.
Seven miles lay in front,
so far that eyes bend the horizon
like the grip that warps the handle of a spoon.
Strokes of white disappear,
then reappear,
in a single motion taunting
the starving monster beneath.
It takes a gulp.
In a place
where which we know less
than we do about the dark
that cloaks our blue hue--
You think salt is miniscule
but you are a speck
compared
to the
soaking
wet.