Poetry

Sonnet V

Repetition. Up. Down. Up. Down. Again.
Apathetic, these feet unconsciously
Beat a rough pattern, as into the glen
I travel. This body monotonously
Treks over the hardened earth. But my mind
Is elsewhere occupied, racing across
Universes, contemplating mankind.
My thoughts flit in and out, some stay, some lost.
Musings fueled by this never ending
Pace, the motion, the generator of
Bold spirit for my brain's fervent spending.
In tune with these steps, my dreams drift above.
The allure of nature envelops me,
Shapes me, captures me; and so, I am free.