Bison Dream in the Tall Grass

Road to Cheyenne Butte, Ft. Robinson NE, June 29 2014

Sun setting over the rolling hills, prairie sea washing up against butte bluffs. They were out there, I know. I sensed them. In fleet passing, I glimpsed them hunkered down in green-gold grass hammered against the cerulean dome of the sky.

They became part of me. I hope I became a part of them. We left them to their own imaginings out there on the plain, and returned to our own beds. That night, I dreamed I wandered on a sea of grass illuminated by the pale milk of distant suns. On my skin, I felt the warm breath of the herd and was not afraid.