My Future

 

A cool breeze glides through 
The hairs on the back of my neck.
I feel as if I’m at home,
But this place is not confined.

This place has rolling hills of bright greens.
This place has fluffy clouds of every size.
This place has farms scattered throughout its countryside.
This place has my heart.

“The Bohemian Alps of Nebraska” as my relatives would call it.
The outskirts of little old Abie, Prague, David City, and Bruno
All hold the memories of my happiness,
No matter the time of year.

Whether the crops are starting to grow,
Or the bean dust rises from the fields,
Or the snow covers what used to hold the healthiest vegetation,
This place is where I want to be.

Clearing my mind when I take a deep, elongated breath
As I think about the love I hold
For something so simple yet so complex.
I look out upon the hills and see my future.

~ S. Weenie