Poetry: 'I, Ne'er-Do-Well'

Big, small, short, tall, steep, deep, sleet's maul;
Rainfall, sunshine, day, night, climb, crawl;
Wander, wonder, touch, smell, taste & see — 
I, Ne'er–Do–Well.
Ocean, sound, bay, and rift;
Bight, fjord, coastal strip;
Foot hill, mountain, cave, and cliff;
Valley, desert, ridge & creek;
River, vista, plateau, peak;
Easy, moderate, strenuous, stream;
Ravine and all things in between!
It's all I think, am, love, and dream — 
To people places never seen;
To someday speak, "Then-There I'd been";
Towards all things earth and space made keen;
Where All is never as it seems;
And All gathers and loses steam;
It's depth and breadth I'll always knead.
On this, the Bread of Life, I'll feed;
until my time has come,
and I've returned to where I'm from —
The End, where I'd begun.
The End's where I'll begin.
My friends, we'll meet again...
And, on that you may depend!
This senselessness that send;
This trek portends what lay in wait beyond the Idler's bend.