JODY RAMBO
Landscape Returning
Somewhere in a wheat field, in its gold crevasse,
rests
the shadow of my body.
No one in sight for miles,
I
lie down, back to back
in
her dark silhouette.
She can say nothing. Her lips shut. She bites pearls of dust in her teeth.
Here the sky has no forbidden borders—
things
vanish in all directions.
The prairie sun hovers and I fall to sleep
soaking
in the slow energy
of
a whirling orbit.
Dream after
dream
she
bends to hear my heart beating.
Hours overlap. Night comes
swinging
a black lantern. I wake
in
a gunshot of wings.
She
is gone.
I forgive her nothing for these betrayals.
Lying back down under so many stars,
I shift
back,
enter
the dark cavity of the field,
a
shadow chamber, a past—
plot
to
clip her earthbound wings. 
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