And a dun dusty trail, underneath grey clouds.
Birds: ducks, cranes, hawks, and skimmers.
We climb, we balance, putting one foot in front of the other
along a matted down path. Water at low tide.
Breath in, slow, deep. The sage, and sweet others.
Easy pacing it, strolling, peering, squinting.
Pause on vantages, higher than th' gliding rise
of crows. New views and learning the smell of the land.