Against a wide western sky
Restless feral sage meanders
No roads, worn or otherwise,
Left by zealous trailblazers
Mark the sure route beyond.
Barren muscular bluffs rise
To shorten the horizon
Offering blithe discouragement,
Caution to the unorthodox
Of ambiguous fortunes ahead.
Lonely is the path of the pioneer
And lonelier yet the destination
For how shall you recognize
A place no one has ever seen?
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Pioneers! O Pioneers!”)
Life Immense 