Friday, February 25, 2011

Thunderbird

i find myself in west texas
where the sun sets on the ground
i find myself in west texas
where the life burrows around

my feet up into my soles
while i still stand on the spot
like a mole living and breathing
while life's organisms rot

i find myself in west texas
when the moon rises in the dark sky
i find myself in west texas
when the stars twinkle with bright eyes

i listen for the train as it rumbles
announcing itself in horn
i listen for the train as it rumbles
marking the night i was born

2 comments:

  1. I grew up in West Texas. Now I live in the mountains. But some days my soul longs for the wide open space where nothing (except maybe a grain silo) connects earth and sky...and you really can see the sun set right down on the ground. Thanks for reminding me.

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  2. That's why I come here, Kim...it is SPACIOUS. And quiet in a way that a city can never be. Fun to hear that you once lived out this way!

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