Whoever looks on this
Loses himself in eternity

    Li Po, "On A Picture Screen"

Plains and prairie have their distances too

But there are edges to their expanses, land-

Marks one follows in his coming and going,

Knowing when he has reached each place,

Its fixed and familiar boundary to the next,

The way fence lines and fields and pastures

Are stitched together like a patchwork quilt,

Old remnants separate and connected and kept.

Here only the unraveling rags of the seamless

Sea where nothing is ever settled and stays, and

Almost as far as I can see, an island - the one

Place I might have gone - drifts away into the fog.