I feel the wind at my back
As I run through the salt flats,
A marvelous journey
through a desert land,
the crunch of my shoes
against the hard surface
not what you would expect,
more than sand,
encrusted salt built long ago
layer upon layer
protecting what?
I do not know
But yet I keep running
Through this beauty
Holding my eyes steady,
My pace strong,
Waiting for something
To stir the desert song.
The sky above
A blistered blue,
The clouds collide
To a heaven true
Never would I have thought,
Never, would I have wondered
To run on this land,
This serene tundra
Where the sky meets the mountains
In a thunderous rumble
And where the winds roam free
With nothing to stop them.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
I feel the wind at my back
As I run through the salt flats,
A marvelous journey
through a desert land,
the crunch of my shoes
against the hard surface
not what you would expect,
more than sand,
encrusted salt built long ago
layer upon layer
protecting what?
I do not know
But yet I keep running
Through this beauty
Holding my eyes steady,
My pace strong,
Waiting for something
To stir the desert song.
The sky above
A blistered blue,
The clouds collide
To a heaven true
Never would I have thought,
Never, would I have wondered
To run on this land,
This serene tundra
Where the sky meets the mountains
In a thunderous rumble
And where the winds roam free
With nothing to stop them.