Far West Texas

I am heading to west Texas this weekend. Will pass along the view once I am there. Until then, a poem to whet your appetite for the big sky. Enjoy Michael Maguire's poem, "far west texas." From me to you.
Joni

the big sweet nothing
empty and endless
radiating great peace and calm

creation's incessant undersong
powerfully present
but strangely silent

wishing words out of the silence
can be something of a soulstretch
so much silence and so many words

On the Prairie

I have already mentioned that the weather in Kansas this weekend was on the chilly side. All the locals told me not to worry about the roads, as it was too cold to snow. When big storms do roll in, however, they say this field provides a perfect vantage point.

Once a part of the dust bowl, the prairie is filled with life. The wind piles tumbleweeds against nearby houses. Pheasants run through the tall grass. Time moves slowly enough to be seen.

Bob