7/4/08 Glaciers

The wind makes waves in the grass that look like moving water.
I pretend that the prairie is an ocean and this gravel road is the beach.

Out here you can see how the glaciers' giant hands smoothed and rippled
the solid ground, and where enormous pebbles slipped through their fingers.

My hands become giant, too, and I can smooth the hills and push them back.
I can scoop up mounds of clay and built a castle between the corn fields.