1.22.17 – road trip

I can see the layers of the clouds

covering the sun

 

like me, surrounded by a shroud

like me, burning proud

 

I can see the trunks of the trees

covered by none

 

like me, bare and open

like me, strong and certain

 

I can see the rivers running past

covering rocks below

 

like me, fast and steady

like me, dark and heavy

 

and I can see the mountains

covered by none

 

like me, unmatched by all

like me, standing tall

 

1.22.17