There's no fear when you're having fun.

by Will Thomas

I

Arlu read the line in the letter again,
"For any path is motion
toward something
unknown,
something
hoped for
yet, still,
unexpected."

Tuco could be obscure at times.

She looked out the window, down the slope of the yard
toward the main street in town. Grocery day, she thought
watching the motion of women coming to market
and then, cheerful, going.

The early morning fog had lifted before daybreak.
The sun rose and had slowly warmed the town.
Movement had come as the town folk rose to their tasks.

All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.

by Toni Morrison

II

Tuco watched the hill line across the valley.
Light snow had fallen last evening
and he wondered what predators lurked along that line
waiting for opportunity.
Imperfect memories brought them back
to a sorrowful fate.

He watched the dogs amble sidelong toward the sloping ridge
that led up from valley floor toward the crest of that hill line.
Something was out there.

The horses stirred in the corral,
hungry, impatient. Tuco turned to chores.
The hill line slid back to where it was.