Journey's End

Brown splintered wood
         connected by iron rail,
winding,
         bending,
                   unending,
climbs the horizon I trail.

Crushed, the gravel spreads
         on shaded country roads;
weaving,
         dipping,
                   unending,
where I venture all alone.

Turbulent, brilliant water,
         rushing amid foiled squalls;
howling,
         singing,
                   unending,
as I charter nature's calls.

Cloudless pale blue vault,
         hurling metal in your sky;
just shy of heaven
         unending
I begin to fear to fly.