VALLEY OF GRASS

The leaping
horses are inside of me.
They are my wishes
still looking for the valley of grass.
I enter the plane tree, the bark, the rings,
the heart of it
and drop down the root path,
I trade for spirit there,
come away with less for the things of this world,
but in exchange the seed
will sprout, God willing,
and the herd will flow
through the valley of grass.

2001