Do you hate the earth so much
that you must run swiftly across it
your feet untouching while you
tear the belly of the still air
and rip the breast of mountain and prairie,
indifferent what passes behind you
but for your haste?
You hate the distance between.
You are the distance between.
Otherwise, there would be none —
and no hatred.
-Kevin Trammel (1/12/2022)