Poem

The wind blew my fears.
I looked back
and saw angry water
nipping at my feet.
Grass danced
in a ballet with leaves
flying above my head
across sleeping,
tired, empty water.
Singing to itself
a dandelion lullaby.

I shuddered.
Fearful wind,
slap the back of my head.
My mind
gone
with a small breeze
and gun fire.

--Candace Osterhout


Copyright Oklahoma Arts Institute, Quartz Mountain June 2012