where's There?

One keeps itching to get there. Where? Never mind
where; one gets there at last, and does not come back
again to tell anyone else where
or how, or what it is like there.

One drives internal combustion vehicles
or one walks, or one rockets across the sky.
Restlessness is the ness one goes by.
It infallibly takes one there.

"There" by George Johnston, from The Essential George Johnston. © The Porcupine's Quill, 2007.

Here's to the new paths of 2012.