The distance

A poem about the journey to our desired destination.

Now to there
Looked only a small distance
A centimeter, perhaps—
The foot trodds on the road
And the distance stretched for miles
How—
It had been only a distance of a centimeter
A clear path, paved with smooth road.
Now mountains rise left and right
Ditches spring out from nowhere
Green grass vanished
And barren spread out in all directions
A valley here, a valley there
Hot wind, cold wind, bare trees,
It had been only a short distance—
Clear to the eyes,
The end was glorious—
Now fog and clouds state the way
The end draws farther and father away
Lost forever in the mist
Yet the sense of the end being close
Never leaves,
Aching the heart as hammer to metal
A guiding hand not seen
Yet the presence so distant
It was only a distance,
And soon the end comes—