Badlands Flashback
Bruce Cockburn
the body stoops, the hand goes out, picks up from the gravel a fragment of white seashell for a moment a roaring; the ancient sea fills the space that just now was mine moving diamond-shapes, grasses flowing; the sudden cry of a bird blazes all along the sky! * * * a herd of antelope crosses the horizon hooves scintillating like glass. a laugh rings like crystal in the empty sky -- someone is dancing like a flame!