Ride

On top of the hill watching
people ants crawling, scrambling
a house on wheels begins to move
as eyes close in reverance

faster the drop the harder the wind
buffeting hair and body whole
shrieks of fools resounding in ears
a stomach clenched in disgust

up and down with eyes unseeing
the thrill of the touch from the sky

the hard breeze thrusting
against bare trembling skin
above the earth, people below,
in extasy, in limbo, in life.