Across the Prairie
Winds blow, soft, insistent
knotting my hair, tugging my clothes
begging me to run, swift
and surefooted as the antelope.
Rain falls, tumbling down the
hillside, filling the creek
until its swollen currents roar
by, banks overflowing.
Feet pound the earth, blindly
seeking solid footing, pushing
past the pain, pressing on
until the body is worn.
Scents of sage, wet earth,
and stone fill my lungs
as my chest heaves, smelling
of things both old and new.
Wind blows, rain falls,
water roars, heart pounds;
amid the voices of nature,
my mind is at peace.
Copyright © Marcella Raven Poynter | Year Posted 2019
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