But that I walked against the grain.
As the world turned its way,
I faltered quite the other.
And if I didn't get too far,
It wasn't that I didn't try,
But with one hand covering my eyes,
And stumbling, with the brother hand
Stretched out to feel for bumps,
Progress was a non-defined non-sequitur.
I hazarded many a graded guess,
And somehow got completely off the path,
And happened, head first, into a convenient tree.
But, after a conversation with him,
Who'd never taken a weary step, but up,
I turned around and went the other way.
So it isn't that my steps are large,
But now, I bound along with the Earth.
My greater leaps propelled by its sizable spin,
I hurtle galactic spaces.
-jenn long
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