No wind in the air
Half way across Xinjiang
I stop to photograph there
Loading up with a new roll
I click, advancing the film
The shot I take is of a shadow world
I’m astride my bike as if in another realm
Loading up with a new roll
I click, advancing the film
The shot I take is of a shadow world
I’m astride my bike as if in another realm
But if the coffee wakes me up
I remind myself to find a way
To reach a little further
Climb a little higher
Take another step forward
sun, rain, wind
the seasons
And I?
I spread my branches
all grace and reverence
basking in magnificence
Tenacious flora on the floor
Perpetual winds in the sky
Until rare torrents fall
Tumbling down the mountainsides
Muddy brown and rocky
I would never fail
For fear of trying
I would fail
For reaching further
Than I could grasp
The heat
Which makes my skin
Crackle
Like the way the gravel and sand
Grate against the soles
Of my boots