meant to be read to the accompaniment of Ben Howard’s “Highland Drifting” which was playing as we flew
Safe in smooth salt from a Permian sea.
wide land preserve us.
The hum, the rumble, the altering sky.
things get stirred up
family dozing, off the horizon
you listen. to nothing. to all.
a sense is made of comparisons with sea
the winds. the open. the variable border between land and sky. its permeable skin marked by few trees.
how i only hold names and not faces.
language whispers while images fade.
family. friends. relations.
at some time I was young.
it goes on.
it is Spring.
we were there.
we are here
One thought on “Deep and Wide in Kansas”
This has a goreous sense of mono no aware, deftly capturing that nebulous feeling in that transpositional but still moment of travel.