Spreads with Crampless and Flowing Breadth

All I am is a woman of acres, Spread far and wide

enough so the sky knows

it can be at peace when gravity fails

You are the sky

I have grown under your warmth

Allowed my shoulders to fall gently

in the yawn of your mornings

This is not to say I have never been a battlefield

It is to assure you all I have lost and won

Is buried here

All this blooming is my reward for exchanging landmines for trampolines

A flightless bird finally learning that steps are spell-binding

So, I claim all this magic

Weave myself a garden worthy of your dews

And sing my incantation into this flowering