Weathering

I am wide open
like the prairie. Wind sears
through my spaces. The swell with rain
shrivel with heat splinter with cold.

I am wide open
unprotected by mountains unguarded by seas.
I am the prairie forsaken by trees.

I am wide
unobstructed by shade open.
Seeds flower wild. Into my spaces
light climaxes unbridled.

By Susan F. Field
Co-Director of Arts