A Poem for a Thursday #226

Over the last few years, I have discovered so many poets that sometimes I find myself discovering them all over again. I fall in love with a poem, feature it, and then move on. Eventually, I find myself loving another poem by the same writer and it is only when I double-check before posting that I realize I have featured that poet before. This is exactly what happened with Tom Hennen. You can read my previous post about him here.

There are no creatures you cannot love.
A frog calling at God
From the moon-filled ditch
As you stand on the country road in the June night.

The sound is enough to make the stars weep
With happiness.
In the morning the landscape green
Is lifted off the ground by the scent of grass.

The day is carried across its hours
Without any effort by the shining insects
That are living their secret lives.

The space between the prairie horizons
Makes us ache with its beauty.

Cottonwood leaves click in an ancient tongue
To the farthest cold dark in the universe.
The cottonwood also talks to you
Of breeze and speckled sunlight.

You are at home in these
great empty places
along with red-wing blackbirds and sloughs.

You are comfortable in this spot
so full of grace and being
that it sparkles like jewels
spilled on water.

From a Country Overlooked 
Tom Hennen