Steppe

Surely the soft hills 

teach us to want 

teach us to yearn to travel

across the expanse 

to know every mile 

the steppe is whispering to me

and the distance is beckoning.

I will sweep down

carrying away the riches 

that you have gathered

what do you have 

that I am longing to grasp

the mountains are far away 

and there is nothing else 

standing between me

and my desire. 

The wilderness of 

the shrubs and grassland is mine 

all of the uninhabited places

belong to me 

and my dominion

will rise across the waste

to fall upon you.

Photo from color by Tatyana Penn

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