Alien Landscape

the way only a tornado can.

when riding the motorbike, the moon and stars run with you, the trees along the road blend into one moving kaleidoscopic green canvas and the wind embraces you the way only a tornado can. you feel like Clark Kent or Wally West!

the trees play a story that repeats but never is the same! you see how leaf veins and blood veins and great river channels and even our very hands echo the ambitious claw that is the tree. you see a murmur of history and of the future. of freedom in rootedness. of the heroic centimetre-a-year climb towards the sky. your dreams get lost in its green canvas flow of a neverending vision. the colour green and that of true immortality.

and when you spread your arms up high, it feels like nothing can stop you and the stars are all within your grasp and they feel like prickly dandelions, not the great spheres of gases they really are. and the moon is ever changing. a crown upon your head. a friend by your side. a runaway pale satellite. a shadow. your shadow. the moon largens and humbles as you reach higher.

but you know what is the best part? the wind. its beautiful howl. how it tells you secrets in a whispery impatient forceful rush if you learn to listen. how it runs its soft, insistent cool hand all over your body. and when you laugh loudly or shout, you don't echo back or just fade away. the wind carries it far and wide like a fleeing letter to be heard in thoughts and dreams.

and the wind, it embraces you the way only a tornado can. that is all. and that is everything.
Posted by NHJ 8/13/2005 11:55:00 pm

Saturday, August 13, 2005