Child of God
Split hoof print embedded
Some lost long eons ago
It’s a part of our story
Ties us
Binds us
The pasture trek a
Summer ritual
Rusty well water and saltines sustain
The farm’s sold now
Thank you for moving it to Lornie’s
It’s comforting/stabilizing to know it’s close at hand
Should I ever need to visit
(and I might)
Prairie oh prairie
How you call me home
Is that what’s the matter with me
I moved
Triangles triangles
There has to be triangles
Little sandwich triangles
Arranged on a tray
(crusts facing out
points facing in and)
Lots of them
(don't skimp)
There has to be lots
Because
When
Death
Comes
Traditions like triangles
Little sandwich triangles
Are all that
Keep one
Bound to the earth
Little sandwich triangles
Bad coffee
Squares
(Dainties in Saskatchewan)
Thank you for coming
I'm so sorry for your loss
Keep one
From coming
Undone
Looking for home and Longing for land that Owns me and The particular smell of Sod turned mud when First drops of rain hit Sun baked dust
Colleen R. Jantzen 