Big Sky, Little Us!

Although the specific journey in this poem was over the Bay Bridge and into the countryside of Cambridge, Maryland, the open quality of space--coupled with joy--was first noted in our own Howard County's road to the West, past the Fairgrounds and on to Larriland Farm in Lisbon, Maryland. ALL country views out my car window, as well as these specific places, make me feel joyfully small in comparison.  I can breathe the green and savor the sky, and often, water. These scenes make me want to STAY.

But, of course, as travelers, we must keep moving, and go back to home. For some, the wide open space IS home. After going to Lake Centennial awhile ago today, in Columbia, Maryland, I saw more open space with sky...water beyond.  So, they all apply! Get out and enjoy them!

Big Sky, Little Us

Big sky, little us,

What’s the fuss?

We come and go in due time,

Not knowing is the catch.

In the city, in the town

You don’t take note

Of that size LINE UP!

Body confusion, building confusion

Phones ringing, Hear me singing?

You gotta get out, get out, get out!

So, go! Go to the Eastern shore!

Maryland that is, CHESA PEAKE BAY!

Line up, Pay your toll,

You tryin’ to edge me out?

We all picked our line. Stay in yours!

OK, cross the bridge. 

Starting to feel it
About Easton! Yes!

Deep breath and saw all that space!

The fields, sky with clouds, AIR!

 

Are you there? (Not yet)  

Drive, drive, drive,

Turn off onto a rural road…

Few small towns,

Then, now, there you are

Way out in the countryside!

Cambridge, Maryland. Bay.

Corn, sorghum, sky

Clouds, few houses, sky

Turns, turns, woods, sky

Church steeple, fields…there!

Suddenly defined by sky and Bay,

Mostly joy, a little fear…

Because I want to stay

Stay right here, but it’s not mine!

World of green and blue!

Be enough.

Getting’ tough: Repeat:

Big sky, little us,

What’s the fuss?

We come and go in due time,

Not knowing is the catch.

Enjoy your time in Paradise,

Watch those birds,

They sing, they wade,

Drive home. Be safe.

Come again, but don’t be late!

Big sky, little us,

What’s the fuss?

We come and go in due time,

Not knowing is the catch.

I felt so small out here!

Driving West in Howard County

Centennial Lake tree.line and clouds

One more picnic of the summer

One Canadian Goose finds space and keeps it.

Keep an eye out for Big Sky, Little Us. You will find many more examples!

On the road again and always seeking Green and SPACE!

Kay Weeks on August 22, 2012
Poem/Content and Photos.