This is the first part of a longer poem that I am working on but it’s not quite perfect yet. I hope you like it.
The hike
The silence is pure, golden
Looking around, I am
the only human being in existence
and I can see for miles.
The grasses sway, gently hushed.
Not even the wind makes a sound
but it is moving all about me
gently whipping then kissing my skin.
An exhililiarating aloneness
to be savoured even by the likes of me
who hates feelings of loneliness
who struggles to be alone.
Above my head, 7 kites
circling magestically
A flightcore eyeing the ground for prey
Riding the thermals, wings outstretched
gliding, then angling tails to change direction
Occasionally swooping to bully
or push one another
protecting their airspace,
driving off competitors.
Poetry for Dullards 