Born again
in spirit
among the grasses of the
Plains
swirling
locusts at every step
green angels in my wake.
Ahead
the Snaking river
winds through hills and
fields
cacti
crunching beneath my heels
my shadow sun’s
sole shield.
Born
unto the Savannahs
now treads this grassy
Plain
descendent
that they’d never know
nor would I know they.
Coneflowers
and goldenrod
a heavenly bouquet
sunflowers
and milkweed nod
the passing of my way.
Born
again in Spirit
no gods to save my soul
‘cept
those amongst the sandy fields
that Watch my steps unfold.