Light Blue

 Some major contentment 

Around me now

Gazing south, 

Near west, 

Up the road and across

The plain fields, 

The Plains 

Going to starch 

Winter wheat sown 

A light here and there

When they’ve gone home,

I fiddle with ours

Our lights of course,

But lights across the dark landscape 

Enough to 

Spark and flicker toward 

The grazing forest, 

Bobby’s farmlands,

Rural landscape nestled into

The curves of our long lakes

Small clusters of stars and diamonds, skies of 

Families, maybe

Gone in the centuries, 

Lifting souls

Mine and theirs 

Up toward the

Hector Backbone, 

Floating on lake dreams or

Settling maybe and 

Breathing here and

Seeking balance, I 

Sigh into 

Sighing into 

Sigh into this night.