10 year old pioneer,
Setting out to stake a claim
on four cleared acres in a forest frame.
Spending time alone
with imagination and God
Hiking among brown eyed-Susans daisies, milkweed pods.
Where mosaic monarchs prepare for their royal migration
to kingdoms in the south.
Waist high grass gone to seed
Dandilions, so buttery, yellowy they can't possibly be called weeds
Flubbery-blubbery fumble bee
stoned on pollen
bumbling inches off the ground
Making droning drunken static sounds
In search of another patch of purple clover.
10 year olds don't mean to disturb the grasshoppers
yet as he walks
they long jump to another leaf
For a 10 year old,
a late August day
in a secret favorite place
Seems as eternal as fantasy,
And four cleared acres in a forest frame
Is a universe waiting to be claimed.