#dirt steps

[photoseeker3698]

I walked the trail into a bamboo forest to arrive at a clearing where a community farming plot was divided in sloped terraces ,the only way up and down the terraces was these bamboo and packed dirt steps!

[xbskill-blog]

Dirt Steps

Dirt provided a border around the steps between being awake and being asleep. Dirty. Just dirty. Picking up this dirt I begin rubbing it all over. Just dirty. Carving out letters I made messages to help bring me back. The invitation to fall into dirt was just so hard to overcome. The pecking and chirping of the birds engulfed my every thought, they we're my family now. Oh brother why are you pulling me awake? I still am not even close to being clean. But as birds they kept me awake. My pants looked as if they never have seen their original color. My shirt torn, looking as if bigfoot took a large swipe along my chest. The tide could provide as a conversation or an action that was too far out. The sky nipping at my hair swaying left to right, right to left my breath kept it afloat. Every step I took I felt more asleep than awake. These footprints made no sense. I tried looking back but the footage of the past kept me never wanting to retrace any step. There was a few buildings, a few cars and a few people walking in front of me. They looked so different than I pictured. This place wasn't full of anything but uncharted dust. As I felt the brush of the water touch my ankles I knew I made my way back without every turning my back against the tide. I begin to bargain with myself, like the prices in my mind had any value. I slept on the only objects I could manage to see. It felt like a mystery of ups and downs. It seems like now I'm back into being awake. It seems now I'm living. Then the birds peck at me. Then the birds chirp. Then I begin to make another footstep in dirt.