Earth

A stride, a bounce, a skip.

A bump

A bounce

We glide and trundle, flowing with the grooves and folds of the landscape

The earth beneath us bending, unfolding and merging

Suddenly, horizons are no longer visible, a change in angle as strides become steps

‘Tops’ become the focus

Ascending, we become one with the incline.

The gaze narrows and blurs. Thoughts emerge from us, and return to us

Up and over.

We glimpse the view but then

Down,

Down into the roots of the earth. A different kind of step.

A quick step, no longer laboured and irregular.

But a fast two-step, a beat to the groove of breath.

Down and under,

Then over

Back on top of rock, grass and root.