3.13.2012

Still

PHOTO BY DAVID SANDERS

Wind blows over
crackling of rock underfoot.

I blink my eyes
squeeze them shut and
open them again.

Will the mountains stop moving
in and out like the tide?
Will the wind stop calling out 
to the open blue sky?
Will the brown and gray earth hold me 
steady and balanced?

I am dizzy
from the motion of nothingness.
And still-
so still that
the air has hollowed me out.

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