The path pulsed
and sent shockwaves up my legs,
churning miles behind me,
but still miles before me.
I kicked dust into clouds;
weeds shrank from the sun
as my eyes burned
and matched the colour of the sky.
When the rain fell I laughed
and opened my mouth –
not sure I caught any drops,
but still, it was raining.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
The path pulsed
and sent shockwaves up my legs,
churning miles behind me,
but still miles before me.
I kicked dust into clouds;
weeds shrank from the sun
as my eyes burned
and matched the colour of the sky.
When the rain fell I laughed
and opened my mouth –
not sure I caught any drops,
but still, it was raining.
