life is bigger

In fevered dreams

I had always dreamt

            of sitting

in long grass on a cool day

feathered braids falling

            lightly

Buffalo grazing

While you were dying

I found solace in myself;

within me

the strength of a Nation gone to war.

little heart tethered

unfurling

stiffly she stretches

to walkabout, still

in the haze of Soma, unshaken

even over the hours of years;

little heart tethered

to the sun and the moon and the stars

ever drawing her forth

“One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.”

― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World