July 28, 2016The Climb

Sunlight cut a path. We slouched
as we climbed it because we felt huge
in this place without trees. We shut
our eyes, pictured the flashing undersides
of leaves spun by wind. The hill crackled
where we walked. Dust blew down it
like shed skin that stuck to our skin
until we turned the color of rocks.
The hill led to other hills, the sky
swelled and deepened at the peak.
The clouds and our hair tumbled
and bulged. At night in flapping tents
the money in our pockets felt
like useless weight. No stars. No
grass. I dreamed of a cloudless sky
glinting with coins. I dreamed
I touched the faces of the couple
we followed all day into the distance.
from Ekphrastic Challenge