At home
driving through prairies
wide golden wheat fields
trimmed and tidied
bales rolled and wrapped
cutouts of barns and granaries
against the pale blue evening sky.
Curving horizon frayed by infrequent trees.
Sun long set but sky only slowly losing light.
Strips of tattered pink cloud silk
hover over the sun's last rays.
Witnessing the wide open earth and sky ~
a spontaneous balm to my heart.
"I was born upon the prairie, where the wind blew free,
and there was nothing to break the light of the sun.
I was born where there were no enclosures,
and where everything drew a free breath."
~ the Great Comanche war chief, Ten Bears
Laura Bush, Spoken from the Heart.
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