“Extending the Airport Runway The good citizens of the commission cast their votes for more of everything. Very early in the morning I go out to the pale dunes, to look over the empty spaces of the wilderness. For something is there, something is there when nothing is there but itself, that is not there when anything else is. Alas, the good citizens of the commission have never seen it, whatever it is, formless, yet palpable. Very shining, very delicate. Very rare.” SelfPoetryNatureExistenceWildlifeExtending The Airport Runway Book:A Thousand Mornings: Poems Source: A Thousand Mornings: Poems