She is spotted only
with a magnifying glass,
an animalcule
with limescaled wings
And a dusky face.
Clinging to
a breathing blade
of dancing
chloroplasts,
she sees
the fractals flash
in a fury of green-
the mosaics of her
shieling sea.
The dawn scatters
in a migraine of hues,
the aurific daal’mist
sibilant around this
unseen and muted thing.
Waiting to be flicked
by a snapping finger
of prairie wind,
she watches the world,
as listless as a carcass,
through a cage
of tangled light
and vying stems.
