Constant no beginning
Or end to the rhythm
Your everlasting footprints blurred
You briefly catch yourself up
In the fury and marvel at the push
This direction and that never walking
Only running skipping jumping
Crawling like your latest animal
Obsession towards the next place
To land I wonder if you will
Lift off one of these days
When it happens
Do you mind, can I fly too?
With you I finally know how
To embrace the ride
**This is part of the weekly photo challenge. This week’s prompt, “Motion” you can find all the entries, HERE. This image was taken with no shutter adjustments. The wind was blowing about 35 mph or more making the sand swiftly glide past us naturally. My son thought he might get lifted up like a kite, so he tried to make it happen.