We Are Prairie
a while we inhabit our bodies, fill them with signals of our being --
colors and scents, desires and actions, calls out into the abyss until a
few find us and we become one. We are like the coneflower, a ray of
inflorescence, stamens sticky with faith. We fade. We get sharp. We get
stuck to whatever passes by. We're carried out into the autumn and like
ghosts some part of us surfaces far away. Again and again, over and
over, our shadows echo and call back to one another. Where will we bloom
again. Will we ever bloom again. Or is this moment the only one and we
must live it hard enough to last a hundred lifetimes. This is the
prairie inside of us. We are prairie.
Greetings from Holland, RW & SK
Lovely, thoughtful post.
Beautiful piece of writing.
GOOSE BUMPS!!!!!!!!!!! :)
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