Updated: Dec 31, 2020
Where the clouds meet the clay on the hilltop's ridge,
Wanders a man and his dog, over this figurative bridge.
On one side the earth and the other sky,
The wandering man had a craving to cry.
For the heavens are said to be found amongst cloud,
But the earth is known for it's solid ground.
He looks to the town and then the abyss,
And refuses to give in to the allurement of white mist.
Where his path leads is to but turn around,
And take the bridge back in the company of his hound.
As he scrambles for words to describe creation's art,
The wanderer simply lets out the sound of his heart.