I know no rivers, no forests, no fields.
I know pavement and concrete
— and how hard fulfillment feels on my feet,
my back, the sun, the heat as temperatures
rise. I know the relentless wind,
and numbing chill against my skin
when glory subsides.
I know the horizon, the black hills,
the lonesome flats and sunbaked sky.
I know the endlessness of a landscape
as desire dies,
as muscles strain, breasts
bleed, knees knot in pain –
Oh, to run through, draw breath,
Need knowing not, yet
Joy to you —