The child looks, eyes wide,
placid, curious, information
flowing to memory,
sensations shaping neural landscapes
wind sculpting rocks.

An adult intends
Journeys, builds, hunting exploration
euphoria, desolation
Intentions, under tension.

Hear this,
A journey mapped for years,
is a grand thing,
But the crux of intention lives
in the next half an hour.

Look around
these shifting sands
Look at what you have to hand.