Infinity

As one drives the narrow country roads through corridors in the grass of the marsh one cannot help but think of the contradiction of having a limited view within an infinite marshland.  The wall of grass on either side of the road is sometimes interrupted by a dormant tree.   Sometimes the road charts a path adjacent to a bayou which in turn faces the  grass.  It places distance between us and the wall, removing a sense of claustrophobia. Yet the distance remains invisible.