Learning

An agitation settles.

I can't seem to shake its noose,

Though maybe I'm not

Supposed to.

I try to fit my desolation

Into the waiting slots,

But none of them are vast

Enough, although my

Great Plains are.

How is it that I carry home,

Try to tell what it is for me,

When I'm not sure what

These ghosts,

These ancestors

Require?

These beings in my

In between spaces

Crowd me, now, since I'm 

No longer young, and 

Mortality is soft, nestling

Into my lakes, 

My high northern plateau, my

Forest place, the 

Architecture of this nature

Here, regeneration, 

View and shelter, 

Now bringing prairie home.

I am listening,

Ghosts and ancestors,

For what I'm to leave behind