The Land Rover leaps up off the road
lurch lunging up a cliff with all the bounce and bound
of crashing down a cliff...
Squeeze through an eroding pass
with scarcely a thread breadth on both sides,
scarcely a thread breadth between us and a
steep tumble down bounce and crash
precipice.
Crunch up a landscape
that leaves no trace of our passage,
just tumbled rocks and dust
that dance.
Choose a spot-
sameness spans all sight,
its only distinction is
that the Land Rover
has stopped.
Spill out to feast on pita bread
and goat cheese sandwiches-
Food that doesn't mind being squished.
Step delicately among goat turd
and minuscule wildflower;
it's quite easy to twist an ankle
on windswept rock.
Eyes flit over the treacherous track
it will take to return;
a swig of cool water from a jar
empowers
and off we go.
poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab
