Puffing chests standing straight
Everything fuzz and cataracts
At the helm of a ship in need of steering
The Quixotes turn about
Searching for familiar troops
Buzzing lines expectant
Seeing giants everywhere
Massive arms waving
The bold Quixotes point the charge
Bugling affirmations
Our greatest threat mocks us
We must not cower before this enemy
We must not shun the fight
Charge charge for our salvation
Satisfied with their bold leadership
They congratulate each other
And feel their way home
Unable to see if the giants fell
Or how the troops faired
Or if there were any troops
-T. Weeks
(A response to “The Prairie States”)
Life Immense 