How I Wish to Live

As if I stood in the long blond wild oats
of an twilight field, mesmerized by crickets;

as if by pounding a great drum in the forest
late at night, I held the stars in orbit;

as if at dawn I gathered bright dew
and fed the last sequoia; as though by afternoon

my shallow curve of life stretched
to form the perfect arc -- echoed

of the passage of the moon.

Ouija Board, 2006

Grass Valley

My old blind setter is frozen
on point, ears cocked,
nose twitching with reverie
of bird scent, fallow field sun bleached

in October, blond grasses nodding
yes, yes and bless you
one more season friend,
hidden bevy, amber light.

Blazing Moon, 2006

Cosmology

We were young then, brash
and strong: we rode the curve of the earth

-- proud bellies, big breasts:
the knobs of our spines threw sparks

and the shadows we cast across the land
dogs mistook for storms.

Each morning we unleashed our hair: long
feral locks that flew in the solar wind.

The bellows of our chests would stir
the tops of monstrous trees

and song birds sheltered
in the thickets of our thighs.

We were brave then --goddesses:
foolish with our love.

Sinister Wisdom, 2007

Arizona

© 2008 Billie Dee