the way through looks long –
too far into the future
you only want to get home
confirmed as you walk
and muscles begin to feel taut
repeated occasions of this walk
start to feel easier though –
to feel shorter
and you glance
back – which you must never do
and think how much time has passed
on this self-same path
how the journey receded gradually.
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