The World’s Belt

A poem about life and travel

Ran the world’s belt to step outside and breathe crisp air so fine to mount the seas of emerald green and kiss soils poured with wine

Stepped on a thousand grains of sand buried deep within crystal snow to find the answers in a looking glass but where it hides I’ll never know

Treaded on rocks to touch the sun and stroke the moon’s white face to pray for time and not for sin and bask in silence’s grace

Past the icy peaks and tumbling rocks where avalanches bring news today it’s hard to keep spinning with the world with no friends to walk the way

Too much has come and passed before but too little has been seen on riverbeds and meadows of green and mountaintops of lustrous sheen

In canyon creeks I’ll lay my head to rest this quiet night though the wild is dark to open eyes the songs it sings will bathe me in light

It whispers: carry me up these stairs hold me in your arms lay me down on the ground made of clouds in the way marked up above