Prairie Moon

lay down in sweet grasses
on this long abandoned prairie

soiled skirts wilt upon the ground
around

the vault open overhead
flaunts pristine daubs of cloud

wagon train trails have tapered
into wilderness

wild reclaimed by silent whispers
of life multitudinous

as it creeps, hops, scurries
through tangled blades

beneath the wilted cloth
skin begins to merge with earth

the rhythm of pulse, artery, life fluids
assimilates syncopation

transformation
through blood, bone, corpuscle

sweets the grasses
deeps the sky

as nightflowers
in glistening abundance

rise