Dream Light

One time
I trusted the Universe for a moment
running freely over the prairie
into the clay creek bed
SHOCK
a twenty-foot shaft opened
under my feet;
far above, a small oval of sky
showed through the clay shutter.
Spirit! Don't let it close!

She didn't.
Breath was the only possible movement.
I was a long time tight in the earth
before walls began to move outward.
Now sunlight fills the valley,
smokes out the morning fog,
breathes an east wind in my face.

01/09/95