October 10th, 2014

I chart the great migrations—

Open with the Sun—
cluster with the tree of life,
choke the beaks of enemies—

Run along plains on slender legs
adorned with golden skin,
thunder by the cliffs, echoing
the rocks’ stark face—

Stampede with others—close,
connected in the dusty earth’s
sweet face.

Migrateing further than humans
will ever understand.