Inside Tallgrass Prairie
My whole theory about art is the disparity
that exists between form, masses, and movement.
—Alexander Calder, 1962
as though

the spaces
between clumps between
deergrass spikes

have always
been there

lying with leaf-fall
in the scrub-gray field
deadstill    unseen

        the stab & rustle
        trampled stalks
        a scent of crush

but as though
        inside nothing
could give breath    make room

for the unperceived
the unexpected

call it want    desire

wild wind    or heat
©2017 Judith Pacht

©2008 Katherine Williams