A year of abbreviated distance
The wide world reduced
To walking distance
In a hipster neighborhood
The streets have been walked
And rewalked for good measure
The only variable is the other walkers
And the mercurial storms of the Rio de la Plata
–
A year only on foot
Nature only that this is prim and clipped
For urban beautification
Ecosystems represented
In lone tree embassies
A thirst for the open road
With no open avenues to whet
–
As one cycle ends
The blossoms again open
The open road calls
The passes have been cleared
One year spent yearning
Perhaps the next will be in motion
The path ahead is unknown
But its possibilities are as open
As the endless vault of the Austral skies
