_Ocean of Grass _______________________
The ground was holy, but the wind was harsh
and unbroken prairie stretched for hundreds of miles
so that all she could see was an ocean of grass.
Some days she got so lonely she went outside
and nestled among the sheep, for company.
The ground was holy, but the wind was harsh
and prairie fires swept across the plains,
lighting up the country like a vast tinderbox
until all she could see was an ocean of flames.
She went three years without viewing a tree.
When her husband finally took her on a timber run
she called the ground holy and the wind harsh
and got down on her knees and wept inconsolably,
and lived in a sod hut for thirty more years
until the world dissolved in an ocean of grass.
Think of her sometimes when you pace the earth,
our mother, where she was laid to rest.
The ground was holy, but the wind was harsh
for those who drowned in an ocean of grass.
“Ocean of Grass” appeared in On Love (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998) by Edward Hirsch. Copyright © 1998 by Edward Hirsch.
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