Grassland of Birds (by me)

BODY:
song without music;
poem without words;
art without boundaries -
this grassland of birds

heart of the bitter root
under the grass;
loyal to nowhere
except prairies vast

tuber of crocus as
winter grows old,
shares not its wisdom,
except of the cold.

tail of the badger,
hail of nuthatch,
whistle of wapiti,
pine in a patch.

now is the present -
a gift of the past;
now is the future;
how can it last ? ...

... walk without metaphors !
hear without words !
see without sunlight ! -
this grassland of birds.

copyright February 2003