May I borrow a springtime prairie sky
stretching from here to everywhere
with colors of birdsong
with wind and traveling clouds
with Sandhill Cranes by the thousands
feeding in the winter fields
sleeping in the shallow Platte
pausing on their long journey to ice.
One sleetfalling December dawn
I’ll toss that wide sky above
the Ponderosa arrow tips
and let it warm
this winter place
will give it back in a day or two
need it only now and then
to remember where I started
where I sometimes want to be
for a little while.
And later when I’m far from home
beneath the same but always different
prairie sky the horizon impossibly far away
I’ll ask to borrow my own
Sierra blue hemmed in
by those pines those mountain tops
a smaller stretch of blue
to remind me of my borders
of my own safe nest
in this world.
© by Judy Brackett.
Used with the author’s permission.