For Walla Walla
I ride to
spend time with landscape.
Get to know it,
have conversations with it,
arguments
and songs
and dancing with it.
Tears crawl out
laughter rings out
blood comes out.
Lost
thirsty
waterless,
but never more glad
than to be with
my landscape.
My lovely landscape.
I unconditionally love you.
The shape of your hills
and the breeze in your wheat
intoxicates
me.
and
Seduces
me.
You've slapped me around.
Spilled me to the ground,
more than once.
I've been pissed on,
hailed on,
burned on,
by your moods.
And yet I delight in it
can't get enough of it
want to see more of it.
What is up this road up here?
Where does this lead?
Will you share it with me?
Can we spend all day together?
Maybe even spend the night together?
Can I come see you again tomorrow?
And then all weekend too?
Shall we sprint today?
Take it easy today?
What do you want to do today, Landscape?
I don't really mind
as long as I can spend it with you--
landscape.
