I begged for wilderness and lost my shoes
in the roar of high prairie grass
and wind. It was night.
You stood in the moonwash
unable to speak
the truth, it’s like a too-bright light
you said, no good to look right at it—
better to find it instead
reflected in the glass
of someone else’s wild eye.
Copyright © 2013 Jamie Samdahl. Published by permission of the author.