the trail

amongst the laden tracks of suburbia,
i find reprieve
on the trail.

here only the bravest thrive:
the few cantankerous settlers
who launch their thorny fingers
through the acres of gritty bedrock;
and my little warriors,
whose shrieks and pampas spears
conspire with the gusts,
obliterating caution
into fluffy little particles.

here earth is resolutely agape,
the immediate so vast
magellan’s rotund idea rolls off the edge
along with the ages
or any wanting for more…

until the padlocked gate
comes into view.