Meadow

Putting power to the pedals
I was able to fly
Over ground, under sky
An earthbound glider, quickly flying high.

Then, a sudden quiet
As the blackened cavern spread wide
Became quite sparse, then none at all
As the solid walls of pine and cedar
Gave way to:

Shuddering, silent, shimmering sprigs of grain
Hushed as the wind lazily pattered along their tips.

Further still, a single sentinel, stood in solitude, watching over
The heads of grass and looking towards

The shadow-borne silhouettes of a
Forest untamed. Jagged peaks penetrating

Skies of the bluest blue.
The last rays of sunlight licking monoliths of granite
Crumbling gods of other eras still ruling mortals today

All stood
Watching, quietly, but surely
The meager creature that had sped into their domain.
The meager creature that had become completely entrapped.
Like the deer to his light.
Or the guru to his epiphany
So was I in the meadow.