Morning Mist

On up the hill we go,
Sun beating down,
Cool morning air lapping at bare skin like a morning tide.

Blue skies above somewhere, but for now only the glistening tarmac,

Up
 on up
       on up
             we go
                   steady
                          steady
                              faster
                                faster
as the hill plateaus and the world reveals itself

The sun light breaking through the clouds,
rolling hills for miles and miles
light mist curling in the miniature valleys
waiting to rise on up and vanish into the deep blue

And down
down we go

the views fading
The green fields hiding behind the hedgerows

lower and lower
until the head is also lowered
and back to the tarmac

plowing up
on up

If only I didn't have to be tied down to this earth

And could soar up into that deep blue

and fly up with the kites

wondering at it all