Backyard hills

Swimming through the sheets of green fields
strokes complimenting the trumpet rhythms of 'toots and maytals'
the 'reggae' trek prepares to render
the hill greets me with a smile
riddled in liquid dust
I wave to the
human fins propelling in the pond
approaching the gargantuan's navel
winds shifts the dust trajectory
transforming, thus I soak in welcome showers
weak rocks give away
while the mud cemented ones volunteer a boost
spidering over the grinning rocks
walking along the natural caves
dried water reservoir affirms
the ruins of a civilization
perhaps ancient ..
a sight
wraith like sculpture in polished white
contrasting the pastel surroundings
park my sneakers
now soles caressed by wet earth
as i touch the marble feet
faith enlightens.. fear subdued
turn around..
faraway scrapers like tombstones from...
the materialistic cemetary
PANIC written in epitaph
Tear taps still firmly wound
Rejuvenated..
observing the tornado of swallow birds
communicating in their elliptical paths
disoriented peace
wet mud stuck to the second skin
a testimony ... to a beautiful experience

snake walk path beckons again
god descends from the smiling hills