A stride, a bounce, a skip.
We glide and trundle, flowing with the grooves and folds of the landscape
The earth beneath us bending, unfolding and merging
Suddenly, horizons are no longer visible, a change in angle as strides become steps
‘Tops’ become the focus
Ascending, we become one with the incline.
The gaze narrows and blurs. Thoughts emerge from us, and return to us
Up and over.
We glimpse the view but then
Down into the roots of the earth. A different kind of step.
A quick step, no longer laboured and irregular.
But a fast two-step, a beat to the groove of breath.
Down and under,
Back on top of rock, grass and root.