On a greyhound, watching the fields tear past
Small towns, eager to be on the map
“Lucinda’s Pie! World renowned!”
Who is Lucinda?
Did she grow up here, in the open sky?
Texas warmth seeps in through the windows.
A/C on my feet, toes almost frozen
Arms and chest are toasty in the loving sun
Corn fields wilting in the heat
Weeds sprout and thrive, choking bluebonnets, covering oak
Old woman pulls out a pack of cigarettes, smokes quickly
Back on the road
A cow lowes across a field, stuck in the mud of a pond
Thirst overcame common sense
Now the cow will die, unable to reach food
It is a harsh world, but it is also full of life and meaning
For now the birds can eat, the coyotes can eat
The pond has natural fertilization again
All is seen with quiet eyes, forgiving eyes
Everything has a reason.
Texas is warm but harsh, loving but not so forgiving
You have to adapt to the cool ponds
And accept the mosquitoes, eating you alive
“You need an RV! Stop in today!”
The window gives everything a gray tint
The blue sky is still clearly blue and the sun, still bright