Nov 2014

Like the mountains we admired.

I'm time worn.

Once praiseworthy, mighty, enduring.

Sculpted by winds of change.

Carved by a harrowing gaze.

Reduced to sediment, caressed by the currents of time.



Like the seas we longed for.

I'm abundant.

Everlasting, spellbinding, looming.

Now polluted, rotting from the surface

Stagnant where I lie.

Once most of your world.



Like the winds; once at our back.

I'm adrift.

Fluent, nimble, restless.

Tempted by canyons, gullies, and meadows alike.

Hellacious squalls begging at sealed windows.

Searching for you.

