Between Cloud and Stone


“Run!” My feet plead as I stand before it all.

The sky stretches far beyond my small body as wind tosses grass about.

“Go.” Whispers my hands, aching to reach out and propel me forward.

Shadows play over a vast patchwork quilt of alfalfa and sage.

“Move.” Says the wind as it dances around my ears.

Sunlight warms my skin, enhancing a feeling of sleepiness.

“Step.” Thrums my heart, quickening as my pupils constrict in excitement.

And as a stick thrown into a gurgling stream, I surged.

-M.E. InkOwl