Out West, où tu est,

I went West,
crossed the Mississippi.
What reason for my grassland quest?
The answer's kind of trippy . . .

I saw the sea,
felt a motion, in the ocean of my heart.
I sensed her presence next to me,
though we stood lands apart.

Standing amidst waves of grain,
I saw her in a prairie Eden.
thought about all this grass and pain,
Upon which we all were feeding.

I counted weeks, and days,
When these blades of grass ran out,
I found her on a mast again,
no longer cast in doubt.