WHERE I AM

There is no religion here.
The way the earth bends in this light,
stretches out from here
and rises to form mountain tops
is more or less gradual.
From here,
you can see for miles.
Everything is connected –
rock and tree and sky.
The wind pulls waves across these fields
in an ever-changing, almost rhythmic pattern.
I am here.
This is what I came for.


Poem published in Amethyst Review (August 2021); reprinted in A Prairie Journal, Fall-Winter 2010 edition.

Poem and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.

Photographed on the Palouse Prairie, Washington-Idaho border.