In the plains
Eagles build their nests
Atop telephone poles
And if there’s one tree in a prairie
All of the cattle
Find its shade.
From the highway
I can see nothing for miles
But the crop fields look so full
I imagine walking across the tops
Of fuzzy tipped wheat stocks
And feeling something soft
On my aching feet.
I realize I have not let myself rest
since the last time I came West.
On the floor in the basement of my parent’s house
I build myself a bed
With an air mattress and three blankets
Just another recent grad
with not much of a reason
To be anywhere, really.
I am searching for a reason
To go anywhere. Really.
After four years East
I worry there is not much for me here
But there is space for me, at least.
When I feel stress or fear
For what might come next
I move forward.
I arrive on my sister’s doorstep
Five hours South
With the clothes on my body, a book,
and three changes of underwear
She turns the couch into a bed,
Hugs me and says,
“Have you eaten yet?”
Someone told me that someone said
It doesn’t matter what you do
As long as you do something.
I feel the allure of a cowboy –
To climb on the back of a horse
Or in the passenger seat of a car
To go do something somewhere far
With no plans, really,
But with so much intention.
*Published in Montana Woman Magazine issue no. 20
Moves, Journeys, Trips
I’ve been thinking about moving to Minneapolis. I graduate in twenty days, and I don’t have a job, but someone told me to just pick a place and move there. I’m pretty sure a lot of my friends from high school live there. I texted one of them to check in.