That Side of Paradise

“That the joint did not crack
That the ball moved fluidly in socket
That no fissure formed between screw and bone
That at about mile 5 it felt like mile 1
And, while cresting hill, wind came hard
Welcoming us to view of
Valley and abandoned tracks.
The loose pack dirt gave way
And wheels soon wobbled
Shooting bigger rocks ascatter
And the light dust plumes caught in sun
All until we found a tunnel.”