Progress o.-
'The rutted tracks ahead
are beginning to rise;
no longer a path set,
the tundra lies in view.
[Koko dochira desu ka?]
Thrust forward inexorably,
time propels us against
the wind and the water,
and our will - and now,
we're leaving things behind.
Chiselled by the last,
a new visage faces each day,
with only footprints abaft,
to show us the young roots
from which our route has streamed.
Weathering storms of yesteryear,
the vines crossed and crossed,
cut and cut,
ebbed and flowed,
the frolics and gambols,
saw them interlaced merrily,
...dancing together...
but now we must part.
I want to go.'
'No.'
