My thoughts fly like fluttering feathers
caught in silver clouds that
skid against the horizon where
the sky meets jagged mountain tops
My words scatter like sands flung
in a choking desert storm
where the Sun caresses undulating
ochre dunes with fever fingers
My feet tramp on paths known unknown
that meander across the
face of the Earth -
obliterated footstep by footstep
by the careless dust of Time