“Nature includes too much
and art can’t include enough.”
The gold that shines off prairie grass
as the sun comes to rest on the butte,
the absolute black shadow in gullies
scythed by flashing water, the expanse of blue,
shading to red above the sun,
sectioned by stray clouds, purple,
out of place in the sweep of space unfurled
over this champain ground,
accosts us with silence.
This place confronts what we have become,
how we made it, what to make of it now.
Quotation by A. R. Ammons, “An Improvisation for the Stately Dwelling”
champain = level, flat