vivianimbriotis | Oct. 30, 2022, 2:16 p.m.
The highway’s death and the forest’s birth
Drizzle falls between the banksias
Here at the ends of the earth
Of warmth there is a decided dearth
Once walking stops and chills seep in
At the trail’s death and the boardwalk’s birth
Set up a campground as our berth
Abandon packs and float away
Here at the ends of the earth
One thinks oddly of one’s worth
The scent of sassafas marking time
At one Viv’s death and another’s birth.
There’s less space for despair or mirth
Crushed down by all the majesty
Here at the ends of the earth
We turn back and head for home
As rock gives way to rain soaked loam
At ocean’s end and forest’s birth
Here at the ends of the earth
Mid-twenties lost cause.
Trapped in a shrinking cube.
Bounded on the whimsy on the left and analysis on the right.
Bounded by mathematics behind me and medicine in front of me.
Bounded by words above me and raw logic below.
Will be satisfied when I have a fairytale romance, literally save the entire world, and write the perfect koan.