This white abyss engulfs me.
I’m staring at its power.
Immobilized by drought.
My mind goes nowhere in its grip.
I cannot get past this terrain and yet, I created it.
Look for tools to climb out.
God’s breath blows through the trees ahead of me.
A road made immortal by the sweat of a man’s labors.
Some monster roars past me to conquer its trips.
Did these things do it?
I look down again, the void has grown smaller.
This gives me an elusive hope.
I now want to cover its every spot.
Listen for escape routes.
The melody of gossiping birds.
A hungry machine mows its green breakfast.
Feet slamming down on the earth as a warrior runs by.
I am almost out, keep climbing.
An aroma of the freedom that others lack fills my lungs.
This day ignited me.
My previous night’s emptiness has been filled.
The night owl’ s song sang out to me.
I am a prisoner no more of this incapacitation.
A Morning Fire burned away this emptiness.
I’m now reborn with wings spread open, this endless white conquered.
This DayHawk has flown again.