Angers away Eastward
Floating
Heavy cluttered mind
Baggage cast aside
Lakes mountains trees
Gone Forgotten
Blind traveling folded
Into Saskatchewan sun
Rising over fence lines
Touching blue domed sky
Empty space Open mind
Moon watching stars
Singing to western storm
Waiting
Tallest tree for miles
I
Standing
On high Solitary
A lightning rod
A point
Wind cleansed
Ready to receive
Direct Inspiration
Write
Don’t wrong Life
Assembling lines
Scanning bars
No longer sleepwalking
Under the influence
Of a dying civilization
With culture
Zilch
Prairie grasses greet
And wave adieu
