Zebra This Dream

Expanse of moonlight white cracks, fissures fill with brilliant midnight.

Wind blows, perpetuates. Motion dictates the forming of hooves. Four corners dissipate, dissolve, disperse across days, weeks, years, spans of landscapes. Frame after frame, the picture begins to take hold of hand and mind. Miles weave into a waking web, a unique embrace. An understated understanding of freedom. Of flight.