silk road

she has green valleys

deep and wide

old rocks by her side, tumbling down,

her mountain passes; steep and unforgiving

but when you see the top

everything is beautiful and nothing is hard.

her descents are chasing you

pushing below the pass

this is not your space they scream

so we tread, carefully,

back to the path

by the horses

with the horses

running for the last bit of light

settling down

just out of reach

shimmering rivers

on repeat