When you have to call it home,
But it fits like a vast and expansive…
When wide open prairies leave you suffocating from the smallness of the human mind-
And the dryness of human behavior.
When you have to call it home
Because you exist within in it until you
“Absolutely, Free at last!”
Don’t have to live within it any longer than the next escaping breath.
And what will I leave behind?
Some longing of sorts
For things and places and people
That like me,
Never belonged and won’t leave.
The excuses are, as we say,
Bypasses the heart.
Almost blinding to the road west-
So strangely I love this prison on the prairie-
For creating the escape of the freer me-
A return, no less.