Days like this take me away
Floating on a memory
Thought that I had never come
Like a loom, a forever weave.
On a cold winter day
Swept up in a breeze
Frozen and exhausted I
Little crunching flakes.
Eagle of thunder
My holiest of unions
Breathe into me desire
Upon wings I’m no martyr.
I’m exhausted underneath
I didn’t expect the gambler
Here I am, an empty hand
Plans for regrowth
For blossoms, for extreme divinity
Reigning down upon the grounds.
I have let grow such vigor,
Wild abandon, wilderness.
I have put it upon the ground,
Walked back ten paces,
Stood aside, silenced myself
And begun to observe
With the patience of a snake
How curious it all looks from here.
Today I’m tired
Like the end of the lineup
Bottom of the hill
Half-way done
Watch checking
Eyes half closed
Sun coming up again
One houndred kilometers to go
Beer at noon
Kind of tired
It’s not like it’s that bad
After all
I packed so much good
Into today
I should be tired
Exhausted on the floor
Spread eagle
Unable to move
Force fed nutrients
Sleep will be good tonight
Long may it last
Exhausted, I slowly slumber sideways
Eager to do, but seriously lacking the go
Should this bother me?
Lazily blinking my eye lids
My that’s a pleasant emanating aroma
It will distract me for a little while
And then maybe, when the time is right
I’ll get up, and continue my bids