"This Lonely Land"

"Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness" (Ps. 37:3).

Cities must wail and scrape for beauty like this lonely land.

Here at road’s end, silence flows in reams of emerald grass—

Bright like porcelain, houseless. The sky is pink-and-pearl brass,

With spindly trees, tatted ink on cream. I’d put my hand

To this all-verdant barrenness, and place my home where

Lambs will romp, skies cool from milk to black, and stars make

Diamond-dust. The city welcomes none, but this place—raked

From fairyland—could house my dreams in castles from the air.