Still, if I land
On farther shores
Though metaphor
They be
I feel my heart
Thrum in my chest
I feel the heat
Within my soul
I feel the beat
Of wordless rhyme
I am complete
Connected time
A single car approaches me
Then whistles by
The last I’ll see
Before sky fades and daylight flies
The specks
On my windshield
Remind me
Revel in this experience
But at the edge
Brief silhouette
As sunlight rages
And resists
It carries on
Through lands unmarked
To where I cannot be
Though straight it drives
‘Cross many miles
It never does arrive
I love also this frozen range
Its crystalline air
With a cutting wind
Driving the storm my way
Stealing my breath
A vulnerable solitude
Presence
Aware, active vigilance
If only I had the eyes
Of old father time
I could see the rock raging
Dropping aeons of boulders
Upon the valley floor
Like hailstones
From sandstone clouds
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