Indomitable

By Tobias Bjørkli via Pexels

There are winds that chase
the mountainside, leeward
cries and songs and riddles.
Just now, the cliff side
feigned over
a jumble of chortles.

There was not much, I
know. The briars are out
of blossom and half an ocean
makes a desert of now and
there.

But still,
I hear
the tinkling pebbles.

I rolled the breeze
up in a whisper,
a cool glider of a shiver,

to make a pauper’s bridge
from one side of a wilted spring
to those blue shore heights
across the other.

The tempo
waited after me, to watch
clouds upon the wary peaks
lay lone minds to trouble.

There are ways
to walk the blasted rough,
slipstreams
from the water.

“Indomitable,”
I thought then.