Oklahoma (across my soul)
there are open spaces that whip like desolate sage
ten thousand Ęgrains of sand reveal that horrible expanse
and cut
even soil
it smacks with every stinging blow
long ago
when we fought the gods for the right to love
we buried this desert: the bare boned rock
harmless we thought the ravages and mild whispers
and the echo of the winds
that in crevices and steppes grew powerful
like the wrathful deities
and shadows
until the sun was blotted out by the eclipse of our wanderings
alone
like the rain
in the Oklahoma prairie