Just ahead
Just ahead of hunger’s where I ride,
Below the rocks, above the tide.
Wind in my cape, star above,
We leap the debris and laugh for love.
Alan Jackson
Just ahead of hunger’s where I ride,
Below the rocks, above the tide.
Wind in my cape, star above,
We leap the debris and laugh for love.
from Salutations: Collected Poems 1960-1989 (Edinburgh: Polygon, 1990)
Reprinted by permission of the author.