Glimmer
through the clouds of difficulty
and misted realms
this is not happening to me
I picture the Ridgeway
waymarker
destination
pilgrimage
track of the past
leading away to the future
setting foot on ancient soil
a beacon of its own
fiercely held vision
rest. replenish. restore.
but I am restless.
White horse cliffs
galloping vision of
motion
life
new air
to expand
my lungs
my limited horizons
as soon as I step
onto the Ridgeway.