Hills stretch away into the beckoning distance
harsh and unknown
intriguing and shapely
I wander among them
looking for steep paths,
that precise point where land gives way
reluctantly to sky
touching the forgiving rocks
that beckon to me
I am seduced, gone astray:
I feel the curves,
but you find me here as always
I hear your voice
when the sun arrows down
or the moon arrives too soon
You shade my naked skin,
my exposed shoulders:
I go out and come in
through darkened doors
You give me new questions,
old magic:
a safe place in the wilderness
(Based loosely on Psalm 121)