In a Prairie

Down the path I wandered long, through grasses pressed, with freedom, ever nearer. Balsam breathed its fragrant notes, while bees spun through the brightest bloom — A glimmer of bonsai, reinvigorated in nature. A true sense of the ground beneath, awash, a trust in the canopies of wishes, A flick of wind—a sudden hush, a heart leaves for the song for good.

• Lorine Niedecker