Lowland

By joe devoy

1/9/12

 

A striped pole marks the spot

Mountains of smoke

 

Low point of the world

Lowland of my life

Surrounded by smoke filled mountains

Daunting climb

One foot forward

Followed by another

It doesn’t matter

Pace picking

It doesn’t matter

Chains breaking

It doesn’t matter

Stride lengthening

It doesn’t matter

full bore

it doesn’t matter

half way up

It doesn’t matter

Taking off

It doesn’t matter

Wings spread

Eyes open

Beautiful arch

Above the smoke

Sky of art

And it doesn’t matter

We are all good