this morning

the sun comes up
on kansas
on burgundy fields
and an open road.

here we go.

onward
through clean morning wind
that could logically
have blown the hair
of jesus
when he was being crucified.

i think of the families
on the other side
of these endless fields.
the toddlers
taking first steps
before a joyous
mommy and daddy.

i think of that blue sky,
how it goes on
and on forever.