From An Airplane

Iris DeMent

Compositor: Iris DeMent

Versts by the hundred, miles
By hundreds, hundreds
Of dim kilometers beneath our track

Reaches of salt marsh, feather
Grass that billowed
Beyond, the somber cedar
Groves showed black

As though, for the first time I saw my country
And, with a pang of recognition, knew
It is all mine and nothing can divide us
It is my soul, it is my body, too