As One Blade of Grass

"What if I came down now out of these
solid dark clouds that build up against the mountain
day after day with rain in them
and lived as one blade of grass..." – W.S. Merwin, from "A Contemporary"











Long green hips of the bluff side fairways
we can run along them by winter
as the golfers have only left their spring dreams
and before you know it
it is of an original scene by eyes of natives
the corners of the blue river
in the distance would be the knowledge
of water near for encampment
the prairie along this way for hunting rabbits

walk in under the roof of a limestone cave
and we know we can hear mother's voice
emphatic that children complete their tasks
and here I am wandering alone
among the hillocks peering through old growth
hunting for the view of the three hawks circling
above thermals knowing my shadow as it flies off