Buffalo Thunder
BUFFALO THUNDER
Silence worn like a rippling cloak lay gently upon the hills
Alert and pulsing for the hushed blue moment to arrive
Buffalo ghosts at twilight rumble dust across the horizon
gentle-- but compounded with the mounting tremors
world shattering
Countless but ever growing
as if there was no number to bind them
wrapped in darkness without foe
Legions wrapped in dusty joy
The boy crouches --rock sheltered--
in lone splendor encompassed in thundering thrills
Time suspended
War ponies freshly painted join the herd in eloquence
Thunder rolls across the plains
The herd of Black Elk’s sacred vision
Is all that here remains.
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©2013
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