praise bison time

could a bison just walk through our camp?
suddenly here’s the answer to our question:
praise his quiet sway and massive yes
praise listening to each gust of his breath
praise the grazing of tender blades
praise each steaming nostril
praise the sacred suspension
of what we call schedule
praise the necessity to pause
praise absence of permission
to pack or depart, praise
lack of a clock, praise bison
presence, bison heart
we’re now on bison time
praise the absence of a list
praise this full and holy hour spent observing

 © Nan Seymour 2021

This verse is Part 9 of the collective praise poem: irreplaceable

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