How do you tell little boys
\nhow far is far?
\nWhy planes rumble
\nover half an earth?
\nWhy sound becomes white
\nafter an hour?
\nTo go see NeiNei, Nancy, Johnathon,
\nin Portland,
\nwhere the sun falls pink
\nin the Pacific.<\/p>\n
I will not see them for twelve days.
\nOnly voices on a phone.
\nVoices over prairie and ridges,
\nyellow dust,
\nthe Cascades,
\ngloomy and threatening.
\nPapa calls from the featureless
\ngeography of Ohio,
\ncounting moments of existence,
\nthe miles of time inside me.<\/p>\n
I may head east to New York, to
\nthe crackle of lights and barges.
\nA few days,
\nwhen where I go
\ndoesn\u2019t matter much,
\ncollecting shells,
\nthrowing stones.<\/p>\n
They\u2019ll come back,
\nand I\u2019ll come back,
\nfrom the edge of the continent,
\na far, far place to have been,
\nin a heart
\nthat holds things
\ntightly to itself. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
How do you tell little boys how far is far? Why planes rumble over half an earth? Why sound becomes white after an hour? To…<\/p>\n