Auxier Ridge Trail

Auxier Ridge Trail

I’m drinking your water, taking it beneath the grey sky. The hillock was steep. I trudged its crumbling rise behind the heaps of dust you stirred with your heels, took the sandy cloud into my lungs ))))))) … It dried my insides. Outside, we are damp and sitting on a thin, chlorine-stained pool towel that has been soaked through by damp and grassy ground,,,,. I am now mourning the chaos of us through apertures in my grit teeth,||||small bursts of air escaping through the slitted gaps so you don’t recognize my fatigue. The blades are more fibrous than the furs of hares and the pelts of what you’ve shed. They seemed to slip off as we trekked higher. There was softness in the terrain sometimes. We are watching what we want to be Halley’s Comet through clouded eyes, my hidden tears merging with the quiet explosion I hope to happen. When will it come?

you ask me,     no wafts of sarcasm in the breath you heartily expel the words with.

My chest, pounding with what

I don’t know, is like a whole heap of horses begging for the whip, as if their pleading gallops will snuff out the flame from the last strike///. I am surprised by this and shrug. That’s okay. That’s okay.