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Monday, July 18, 2005

Prairie Lite

I wrote this poem last month just in case during my travels someone might be curious to know how a Farm Boy from a red state ended up spending time in a big city when he culd have been fishing. Same theme as Carp's Deim on May 25.

I am not saying that everyone that lives on the prairie like this but anyway...


Prairie Futures: just around the corner

Measuring the prairie—
an endless profusion of fractal dimensions
looking simple, guileless and plain
exploding in detail, the closer the view.
Steppes, backward in time and place,
too large for humans, humans who need trees.

A human can admire a redwood.
Cut it down for a deck.
Feel in control with the sweet sawn odor.
Great height brought to the level
straight up, straight down
Completely defined by a Euclidean postulate

Treeless plain, ocean of grass
So wide the horizon cringes below the skyline
Curved Einstein lines
geometry of bison cycle time
mindless to the point of loss, incomprehensible and unbounded,
an ever changing now place

Horizons curve away
Space curves in, delirium channeled back
in desert mirages.
Moonlight finds the water filled pot holes.
Pops them out like mirrors of the stars in the night,
ephemeral like the colors of the season . . .
Jefferson sent out survey crews to make land sections
right angle squares on a flat plane
Boundaries overlapping the parallels that converge at the poles.
Jogs on plains county roads confuse straight with north
contour crossing with simplicity, but
it reassured the landless occupiers with fence lines guides.

A few generations of scourge and all that remains—
featureless enclaves of refuges—
just as before, names change, desperation their common
claim to a forgotten agrarian past.
God must have sneered when he formed it;
only boundless imagination persists in this emptiness.

The physical abandons the human primates there
They become ethereal beings that can tolerate displacement
understand death as they live, and
move through the order that surrounds them.
But their weight is not detectable,
they are creatures of light whose speed is absolute.

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