The quest is long. Years that stretch

Into decades, bones that feel every mile.

You ride metal, and flesh, the sea and sky.

At the end your body no longer cares

To see what is at the edge of the world.

Your heart drinks in the answer when you

Peer over the side: not turtles all the way down,

No giant’s shoulders, no mountain top.

It is the lovers, the dreamers,

The romantics, the hopeful, and all

The fools who carry it on their heads

Precariously, not careful but dogged.

You leap in to help.