I look down and smile.
Back to the prairies again and it feels comfortable
Like home.
I see perfect patches
Beiges
Browns
Greens
Yellows
Predictability.
I take it all in from the oval window
And it occurs to me that I’ve never actually set foot in the prairies
How perfect it is from here.
It seems to last forever
Yet I'm keenly aware that the rocky mountains will soon appear
Then the pacific
Then the ground.
The cars and houses will grow.
The trees will reach up and out.
My stomach lurches and I smile again
This time for love
For dreams
I’m ready.
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