Saturday 5 January 2013

Walking

The wind high tailed,
clouds, streamers
of garbage caught
in branches along
the ravine.
Snow lipped
rocks, granite
exposed, unearthed,
excavations, fifty
million tons, who
can fathom the
sky, blue cold
altitudes, thin
air lifting jets
towards Jupiter
where the air
is so thin,
it does not
exist. Gravity,
gratitude holding
my feet to
the earth while
my thoughts explore
what cannot
possibly be,
touching with mind
only concepts
and mystery.

1 comment:

  1. This line took me far, far away...

    >>> thin
    air lifting jets
    towards Jupiter
    where the air
    is so thin,
    it does not
    exist <<<

    I also felt like I was walking with you - or somehow you had arrived in one of my favorite walking spots except for the snow lips. We don't have snow here... unfortunately.

    Well done!

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