San Antonio Super-Walk Poem

Hiking beside a river
harassed to white water
by a stiff blue-northern assault,
this ragged battalion
wrestles with the muscles of wind
to complete twenty miles.
And all along the way
I watch winter grass unlock
the steel-gray doors of cloud cover
for a crack of blue,
moving so softly
sometimes in sunlight.
While I am damp from the struggle
under the wool coat I clutch,
stumbling over rocks, limping on blisters,
the grass moves with grace
against the full force of winter.