Across the Bay would seem too far away
for me to travel were I to row its waters.
But my eyes can cross its waves quite swiftly
though my imagination is required for me
to see the many details denied by distance.
I’d like to think that someday I will go
and set my feet upon the place I often see.
But being more cautious than I used to be
I shrink from even easy explorations.
Far simpler is to tell my fingertips
to travel where there are possibilities.
Or I might go as far as taking elevators
to claim a distance that I might enjoy.

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