The Toll of Travel

Near the trip end, a so long vacation of viewing
tossed pasts like old glass broken to the bottom
in blunted glitter far gone some to smooth shards
in a moving sea of sand shadow and silver shimmers
distorted daggers down in sun stream glints
and water flowing moves us with rippling rainbows
of green losing weeds and stirring gray tossed seeds
in a water winding about blowing all our fortunes
on ailing engines and roughly waged top speeds
ahead full bore hunting on the white smalling sun blob
and a dark widening horizon line swimming so fast
to meet us so soon as the real adventure will begin