Climbing the hill
Keenly aware of
Wind groomed grasses
Here
Where the sun may rise tomorrow
Here
Where the moon may vanish to the carnivore Night

The hill, preened and regal
Where
I, the unkempt interloper sit
Here
Amid company far more revered
With grand mien - brother goldenrod, sister milk **** and patrician purple top
Here
They sway to a higher power, to a greater joy than this pauper commands
Here
They observe me
And I too myself

Transfixed I consume  the grand community and the stranger
Outward and inward
Light and spirit seen
Until
The day’s end
Quits the commune
Now
the grasses tossed by a gentle breeze
Now
Brushed spectacular hues
Teased grass follicles
My sister, my brother and my Lord
Visually on fire from sun’s final fare-thee-well
Occasional flashes of dirge, shades of blue

The earth does not rumble
Yet time does
Twilight the great equalizer
I sway down the hill
Grateful that I rise