Having been born on the prairie, I’m acquainted with fields and wind… Though I live in a city now, my eye still hungers at times for wind in a field’s grasses. I’m always happy to drive to the prairie again though when I get there, and face its miles running to the horizon, I’m ready to return to the shelter a city provides. The large city is a small fortress against the prairie’s immensity. Anyone standing on a prairie realizes how alone she is in the universe. Surround her with the distractions of family and house and work, she can improvise. However, that doesn’t remove the fact that in the end, each stands alone. And that can be quite beautiful and blessed, dignified, unique. As is the field tree. In “Burning” I state how I want my body at death to both leave and stay with earth. Burning “...I don’t want to be burned.” Louise Glück, “Averno” Ah, but, I want to burn, the way the field, the stron...
Women's Spiritual Poetry