9/8/09 towers and arms of the wind farm rise through and over the fog below them the farmer's hopes still lie deep in his dirt the traffic sweeps along in its excitement going north or going south it is all the same the same hurry the same arrangements of distance to from between here we are in motion with the others but here keeps moving forward with us and there is never a point of arrival but an animal we pursue towards its horizon I should say the horizon is an animal that is always faster than we are always larger and better fed for it can live on only the straining of our eyes