purpose and the prairie

if she were
to render her soul
interpret its texture
scent
spin its color wheel
expound upon her spirit's marrow and shadow
she would depress her thoughts deep into the soil
compose her expression with the twist and turn of oak root
and burrow along side the earthworm
to master the dweller's purpose and province

if she were
to understand her substance
speak with clarity
decision
give chase to her freedom
pronounce with balance the art of inhale and exhale
she would
run her words across miles of prairie
fly with the flax of illusion over and round the wind
and stampede beside the buffalo
seizing
simply
the pounding of her own heart