How far must we walk before our parallel lines converge?
They say you can ride a bicycle on the abandoned rail lines
of Patagonia, wheels on one rail and an outrigger on the other,
all the way to Tierra del Fuego.
You know parallel lines
don’t meet in the Euclidean plane, but we live on a sphere
where the meridians cross twice, at the poles, so all things
like sections of an orange, beneath the skin,
at the point of the navel, around the axis of desire.