Opal cord cinched tightly wound & wrapped
over & around & over
as the rings of a tree marks the passing of time
tightly
tethered to the familiar landscape of wheat & weather
caught taunt
trying to sustain life amid the silent chaos
where wind whispers of Cather & calamity
tethered & tied to this place that sounds of bells & sandhill cranes
where regret transforms to the particled press of every knowing
every welcome every going
invisible traces of dust & poets, pioneers, artists & preachers
doctors, directors, designers & thinkers
dogs, bartenders, believers & dreamers
every particle imparted here within
the wound & wrapped cord
tucked against the marrow & viscera
becoming a brightness of pine & iris
trembling branches in this
spring wind
becoming
