the land that holds us : or Behind The Barn

 I remember back of the barn in the sunlight,
feel the breath beaten back by the heat,
and spaces within open,
hollow to its own sacred sound.

Even at six it can happen.
gift given, no practice
simple grace,
Knowing you are not alone
and enough right now
along with the grass and the corn
and the sky that pulls the top of your
head about off.