eagle storm

i race

across the plains

on a blue-coated horse.

sage is crushed

under hoof,

scenting the air

with something

that cannot be named.

a storm on the horizon.
i leap into its heart

and touch the thunder beings.

the rain pauses
its fall
and gifts me with 

a gown embellished
with a million raindrops --

all with a universe inside.

an eagle shrieks in the sky

and talons clash together

as the plunge and return begins.

"wait for me,"

it urges.

"i am coming."

and i trust that this is so.

aho.

(copyright 2011)