the open road

 there is a lot of space between my house

and yours

a lot of beautiful open space

i may not have an easy time getting eggs

when mine run out

but i saw an owl on my run

over the slickrock and through a canyon

and a golden eagle as i drove.

sometimes the 90 minutes to town 

(and we really do say, "to town")

are filled with tears and pleas for dvds

but sometimes it's peaceful

or we sing songs

E-I-E-I-O

or we chat as we go

about 'beautiful beautiful little tiny stars'

or point out the horses

or the cows eating who-knows-what 

as they trample around the desert sage

next I should teach Liesel Home on the Range

it is quiet here

so quiet 

i don't think it could be more quiet than this quiet

so it's a good thing i have two littles

who make so much noise

and sisters who call so the phone rings often

and friends who make the trek all the way

down

here

to the beautiful open space that's home

for

now.