We loitered for hours
in a tapestry of fields
Humongous pride
we went alone
there was so much to escape
Namely, the wind
Carrying messages of places unseen
Only by racing ahead
Could we see without hearing
The blur of what we passed
And send a wind behind us
to tell
the tales of who we were
And what we did
The future always meeting us
Like flesh at the point of a blade.
