The BIG Walk

Post Walk thoughts.

The world is quiet here

She marches, breaths, sighs and gives way.

Worlds arrive,

Shores pass

leaving reminders that we are not alone.

It is quiet here 

between the high Moon and deep sea

Black shapes stand 

almost still 

out there in the dark

we gasp

we run

we stop

we march

and breath

and wonder, 

'Are they sharp the cliffs and her edge?'

And thoughts all mix into one 

as the distant Moonbows touch the black earth before us and enfold the scape with an evasive light 

that dances 

and recedes 

and plays

She is there to help us 

find the way

I feel her illusive permanent magnificence

and know 

we are never alone out here in the world 

that passes 

by shore and sea.