Step.
Stomp. Thud. Step.
Thud. Stomp. Step. Thud. Stomp. Step.
Step. Stomp. Thud.
Wind
Tugs my hair and whips the grass.
The nearby dandelions dither.
Dirt
Paves the narrow and jagged trail.
We follow sluggishly.
Mountains
Insert themselves into the vast open sky.
They are everywhere.
Two goats
Lurk across the eerie
basin. I watch them.
With every step
My spine sinks further into the earth.
My feet scream. My knees ache.
But we continue to follow.
We have to follow.
We can’t stop.
So we
Step.
Stomp. Thud. Step.
Thud. Stomp. Step. Thud. Stomp.
Step. Stomp.
Thud.
