OctPoWriMo Poem 10 – Shadows

The landscape of my childhood
Rolled away on all sides
Encased in Midwestern sky

On back roads,
Out the car window,
I’d watch the sunlight and clouds
Play across the wide fields
Shadows traveling with the wind
Over rows of waving corn

Now, I wonder, if our dimmer days
Were not our movement through darkness
But were instead
The passage of some benign shadow over us
While we stayed, as we always were, rooted in the earth

Come, my friend, let us walk quietly out onto
The wide prairie this autumn afternoon
And consider the grasses of the field

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