Slender Kindred Glance

Slender Kindred Glance sun drenched, a field of reflective grasses, abosrbing the infernal rays of that hot orb, swaying in the breeze as they might, their motion inspirits my head and torso to sway slowly in tandem, in parallel time like a lazy march, as the rhythmic swirls of dried seed heads atop floral stalks, brush, against one another, crashing…. serving up its falling germ, ground-ward, glancing off to one place or another. as my human touch, with its atomic currents, attest to their certainty of interaction, what would I do, when a slender kindred glance of the ineffable breath, yes that breath! engaging that crowned salutary word, which sounded the first cry to release, birthing the slow crawl of animal logic and its pool of accrued totality; the human sun, that human orb bows down. My eyes stare forward, my breath has halted, the fields of grass continue swaying, they pay no mind, it all started so long ago; seed scurrying about over the landscape, lodging wherever, hidden, patient, asleep for the moment, awaiting the conditions. Like them I wait, I take a full breath.