I do not want to disrupt the soil, but I must eat.
I do not want to drown out your voice, but I must sing.

If I can take you to my backyard, you will get into the grass.
The hope is that I can sing in your presence, even having a new song emerge, by the second.
One second looking at the sky, and then singing, and the next second noticing the grass and so on.
The trampoline kids were so loud today, with screaming,
The same way we used to have "up to our knees in" mud,
And moving slowly as dinosaur bones.


If you can hear the voice I did, coming from the edge of reality now
(though once, a voice & song & beat shaped by the tribes of Nebraska)
You would know what immeasurable sadness I felt-
And you would also know the bizarre peace that settled today.