A child would grow up different
here, in the dust and sagebrush,
under a sky that remembers .
the void before the world
Here, he would learn to fill the space,
construct his own linked scarecrows
and send water through their metal arms
so the grass seeds could take root .
He would learn to become the emptiness
to live in the spaces where nothing thrives.
He would take in dust like water,
his eyes fixed on something shining, far away.