Buffalo

Hi Friends,

I hope you are having a good week.

My husband took this photo at the nearby prairie restoration state preserve.

I was able to look up, and wrote this poem.

Buffalo

The only thing scaled to match the prairie itself
the herds of white cumulous clouds
as clean and as slow as the Ice Age
Traveling in one direction,
unspoilable ghosts of the bison
unstoppable by us at that height now

The element wind invisible and dominant here
chewing our feeble constructions like cud
covering in giant grasses anything we build to ourselves
in a week or four decades
more fertility than all the chubby creatures of Iowa could ever hope to devour

Where will we migrate
who will remember us
how long will our wooden palace remain
where fecundity is meted out to mice and crickets and farmers