There is a point
from which comes the beginning

and forth from it is ventured
yet with eyes looking ever back longing
for return

And it is found
the direction ahead
only that one is possible
Even steps that feel backward
are more a moving in place
The point recedes

Ever on we move
yet with each step forward
a gaze back
the point recedes

and so a struggle
the only direction possible
against the longing

Once ventured forward
no return can be made
the point is receded

And suddenly it is now
and suddenly it is here
a point

from which comes a beginning