The Indian Boy Tornado Man

Tornado Man

I stand alone under a darkened sky
and the landscape is flat and infinite
and the saw grass is blue and still

Suddenly i start to grow smaller
smaller and smaller still
until i am so far away that i can no longer see myself

Saw Grass begins to rustle --
and i cannot find myself
and i can feel the rough texture of Grass against my leg

Lightning strikes soundlessly in the distance
and Saw Grass begins to dance violently
and Saw Grass anchors me until the wind passes

Saw Grass is bent at the waist catching his breath
and if i look up i can see clear blue acceptance
and i am certain that i am being watched

The wind starts up again
and I allow myself to dance with Saw Grass
and I rise to be accepted