14When I woke up this morning
A southern sun winked at me through the window and I saw the amber, flax and bare bone brown flatlands and swamps of Mississippi. It’s amazing how many times I’ve spelled this state’s name and yet I’ve never been here. I’m not even here now, only passing through.
Still, I come from valleys and plateaus eroded by time to mimic mountains and I am far from used to a land so level.
I’m glad I’m inside and away from this big sky for fear of being swallowed up.
