Wonders

I’ve seen sparrows soar like eagles and eagles humbled by the wind. I’ve seen grass, mowed flat in a buffalo stampede, rise again when the herds have crossed to North Dakota. I’ve seen land so desolate it dries the tears of angels.

Do you know flowers through the eyes of butterflies, how they glow beyond purple and invite bees onto their bullseye landing pads? How butterflies nibble with their feet and sip salt from mud puddles?

I watch clips from the long unspooling and can’t know what happens next. We dream our horns of plenty, imagine we are captaining our souls even as we watch eagles driven down by pecking crows.

Sandra Kacher