ascension

we roam the ancient trails
among wheels spinning
around and around
as we speak and wonder
and wander and write our ashes
into millenium mornings
of struggle and hope

we veer round we
crumble in
we stand there
again
breathing
in the newborn sun

listening
to the first word that
tears the page

to the silent hallelujah

as we stretch
towards an ascension

exposing ourselves

waiting
among fragments
of the sky