Angers away  Eastward
             Floating
Heavy cluttered mind
Baggage cast aside
	
Lakes   mountains   trees
Gone        Forgotten
Blind traveling folded
Into Saskatchewan sun
Rising over fence lines
Touching blue domed sky

Empty space  Open mind
Moon watching stars
Singing to western storm
            Waiting

Tallest tree for miles
	    I
Standing
On high      Solitary
A lightning rod
	    A point
Wind cleansed
Ready to receive
Direct      Inspiration

Write
Don’t wrong Life
     Assembling lines
     Scanning bars

No longer sleepwalking
     Under the influence
     Of a dying civilization
     With culture
     	    Zilch

Prairie grasses greet
       And wave adieu