Pretend you are Prairie

Let’s do it.  Pretend. Pretend  the wind is blowing or the grasses are bending. Maybe clouds swirl  or it’s hot and the sun bears down.  Pretend whatever you want.  Pretend you’re prairie if you want. Pretend you have  roots and blooms of yellow or blue. Pretend beetles crawl in the dirt of you.  Pretend you are one of the creatures in between, small and quick and hard to see. Pretend you feel the brush of burrowing owl wings, or the  footfall of some wild thing passing by.  

Pretend you’ll go on forever like this, grass or beetle or bird. Whatever.  Just  part of some vast apparatus. Or not. Pretend you’re not part of that whole big swaying rhythm thing. Pretend you’re not just some blade of grass in a sea of prairie, lost  among many.  Do that if you want. Like you know what matters. Like you know what it’s all about, you and the pioneers and everyone and everything that came before or after, doing what seemed to need doing. Pretend you’re not bored of all that,  the why or why not and  meaning and import and what to do next.

Maybe next is a door.   A screened  door and  you see  green gold folds of prairie. Its summer and late afternoon and the door is  ajar so you push it open and  walk out.  Just like that.  You  walk and walk and walk until you are lost among so many blades that you can’t tell where one ends and another begins.  You forget where you started or ended or where you were going or wanted to do. You think  you could be like this forever.  A bend of gold, a swirl of light,  the brush of a wing passing by.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Aunt Beulah says:

    This piece is stupendous, Dawn. It took my breath away, enthralled me, pulled me in and made me part of it. It is rhythmic, imaginative, filled with powerful images. It is as compelling as any poem or prose piece I’ve ever read. I’m in awe of the power you have when you write. Thank you, thank you for this gift.

    1. Thank you ! I’m so grateful for your reading and commenting esp when I’m feeling doubt about posting something – which is usually most all the time

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