Huge Dreaming Body

Huge Dreaming Body This huge dreaming body, spanning two continents, clothed in rags of prairie grasses, cloaked in folded ranges, chained in mega malls, this huge body our America has stumbled, fallen to her knees in mud and water, caustic chemicals and filth. Where salmon once swam, she flounders in shallows. Where is solid ground? Levies have failed, dams have collapsed, floods drown all sense. Her huge body half asleep, lulled by electronic buzzing in her ears, will she awaken, doll glass eyes snap open, struggle to pull her sorry self out of the mire? Crawling on her belly, she faintly hears fragments of birdsong, inhales a memory of how she, America, once stood crowned in clouds, buffeted by sea winds. Once dared to be humble and tall. Peggy Brightman (c) 10/30/17