Let me tell you how I felt
how I felt when you used to talk
about the Prairies & your busy hands
paused and your eyes went somewhere else–
to the open sky it was always the endless open sky
there in your face–a beloved thing,
a Prairie prayer like a fragile origami
you had folded deep within your heart.
It called to you and so it called to me
we were surrounded by fences that went on forever
ordered behind you like a legion
my brothers the laundry the bills
the Catholic Charity League the slowing heart of
my father the sounds of dishes and diapers and laundry
row upon row upon row.
I wanted to run away with you
into the wide open blue our hands out behind us
as our heads leaned toward the harvest the rolling
land for as far as we could run
for as long as we could live.