Lines

Serbal Vidrio #environment

Downy hair of the earth overtrodden in
crushed dense wandering tracks—flesh of earth
shaped by the imperfect impressions
of travelers on whose feet travel worlds

Cutting shifting tracks with days passing
and passing lives, lives that slip away
like mud washing from a disaggregating trail
like displacing sediment along wending riverbeds

Sense of place not my own
placelessness abides in the places I pass through
unbelonging thrives where I fail to inhabit
anticipating arrival in unknown latitudes of longing

I walk these lines
set down
by others’ feet
in other lives.