Barbara Lindstrom–Words, Found

Barbara Lindstrom—Words, Found

 

I am not there

knee-high in Kansas prairie grass

where I live now,

nor walking between eye-level

stalks of Iowa corn, where I detassled

as an eager teen trying to please

my farm-grown dad,

 

but instead, here,

lost between potato fields

 

driving over Teton Pass

 

to Jackson, and waiting,

hoping for a chance

to know if I will

ever not be waiting

 

but found.