Pioneers

The finite line from A to B
Is outside the box if we can see
The ‘luminating rhythm
Beside each vision truly shown
Where the fantasy degrades into the sultry
Tangles and thorns along one’s journey
Rubbing blisters and creating vacant looks
That twist and turn into the rubble
Of a cabin long forgotten in place and upkeep
Until we finally ask, “Where?”
Followed by raucous laughter that stings
The sense of dignity belonging to the pioneers.