Cover Ground

Where is the will?
Lost in running to slow down,
using the present
to numbs the past.

Burden enough
just to cover ground
to not pause at the
echo's call.

At our heels the bite of regret,
not quite enough distance
to bury memories
while on the way to make more

On an isthmus
the wind screams
as we are lead by apparitions
to cover ground,