Straight up, light years from Wichita, the sun meets
Beta in Cassiopeia. Cross currents clear the air here,
bring Spring Star into view on the horizon. In Michigan,
a man once asked me about the Kansas wheat
and the cattle. I, a child of asphalt and brick,
saw more cows in Kalamazoo than ever appeared
in my Kansas home town. As for wheat, fallow fields
provide fertile ground for teenage make-out sessions.
Once I walked on lake shores. Now I walk on the verge
of the river that nourished the People of the South Wind.
— Diane Wahto