GOING SOMEWHERE
Travelling standing still, I tookYears to do a pieceOf one Pacific Island. NowEverywhere I look—As if I stood on top the PoleAnd saw surrounding howThe horizon was travellingWhile I was standing still—The world goes round and round and IAm pure content to beIts tiny axis toward a skyThat points and centers, spinning by,In an earth that is, with me,From root's depth, into tree,By tiny atoms, back and forth,Shaken, a round trip out of earth,To earth's depth as before.I could not travel more.
One circle out of earth and backTakes seventy years at least;The other goes with mental speedAround to the level east.The atom of my mind can look
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