Prairie

This place
called
home
will
always beckon
me.
That
is
for
certain.
An
open
road,
windows down,
hand
catching
breeze.
The
openess
of
it
all
is
what
always
strikes me first.
Sea
of
green
and
sky.
And
then
picking
up
as
if we had
just seen one another.
Games
of Rummy Royal.
Words
to humble
one
another.
And hearts
that had been
so
full of
one
another
before
we
made our presence,
that,
when we do,
they
spill
over.
Dad,
you
now
regail us in
your past.
Words
that strike
as bittersweet.
Why had
we not heard
of your trips
around
the country
before?
Glad to hear
them now
but are you
preparing?
And,
Mom,
my
champion.
Protector
as always
you now
jump in
to take care
of Dad's
lost
vibrance.
Just
a
light
that
when you
are told
you've become
bossy
you
shy away knowing
it
to
be
true
and then
after
comtemplation,
find
your
spirit
that
had been
placed in
the background.
And
sisters
Who
are so
different
from
me
or one
another
But,
in
the
oddity
of
one
another
we
shake
with
laughter.
And
our
tanned
bodies
leave
one another
again.
Our
thoughts
left
smiling.
And
the
road
takes me
to
the horizon.
And the
earth
rises
in
my nose,
the green
sea
rolls,
and
I
am
home.