Third Day in Illinios

Written after my move from Southern California

The fields are pleasant
And the wind is overwhelming
In the most delightful way
Yet the desert remains
Out West, some thousands of miles away

The Ciquedas screech their mating call
The land drenched in verdent flora
The wooden bridge under me proved comfortable enough
Above the swampish waters

Yet Home is still dry dirt with thirsty plants
Home is still smog shrouded mountains
and skinny coyotes
Home is still dark people in a dying place
Yet Home was still Home.