Picture from Hergest Ridge

(the 29th of April, 2014, )

I pound the moss
I dwell everywhere
I am beat,
Breath
A peculiar joint
That bends both ways
A mind without a dwelling
And I could run, run, run like this
Rested in my exertion
Imagine me slipping gently down the spine
Of a giant undulating saurus
Sandwiched
Between horizons
Every step counts
The beast’s vertebrae
To the last one.
And beyond?
Turtles all the way down.