MARCH 29, 2018

Spring Prairie

“Last night’s rain makes me sail in my wooden shoes.”

     – Wang Wei, “Things in a Spring Garden”

 

Brices Prairie

Noon sun. The spring grass becomes its own canvas sea.

Lakeside homes in the distance stationary ships.

I walk around the prairie trail with hands above the goldenrod skeletons

dreaming of the coming honey emerald buds. 

Eagles in the oaks, slow heart beats, sit on limbs 

that must have been strokes by a dipped black pen a hundred years ago.

So long before I walked onto the page.