There is a reason I love hill

It is not a forest
            a field
      in the grass

There is another reason I love hill

Hill, no direction.
      no height or base
      can lie down.

Really, there is a reason I love hills

Hills, Nostalgia
        There is a future
        There is bare feet

Where two meet, there is a Squiggly road
                                        there is a hug of healing.