Michigan and Again

We lay down in the grass In our nest of sleeping bags Breathing in the shallow canyon air The water, 45 degrees We wade out to the knees And soak to the sleeves in a semi-aquatic prayer Great state, what state am I in? Compass roses bloom again Home of the water, Canadau0027s daughter Cradled in a crescent moon grin Michigan and again and again and again and again Michigan and again and again and again and again Soft shoulders of sand dunes Porcupine cactus flowers bloom In the dust of the devilu0027s empty living room Salt silts the flattened land Time like a snake in the sand Powdered porcelain in a strangeru0027s hand Great state, what state am I in? Compass roses bloom again Home of the water, Canadau0027s daughter Cradled in a crescent moon grin Michigan and again and again and again and again Michigan and again and again and again and again Looking down to the high five Grazing ground to hear the sound of a heavy sigh Home is where you left your heart behind Even fortified fossils dissolve over time When I came home, I went down to the lake My dad told me he counts up the days And when I packed my bags, coffee stains of jet lag, There were conifers lining the driveway, whispering “Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay” “Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay” Great state, what state am I in? Compass roses bloom again Home of the water, Canadau0027s daughter Cradled in a crescent moon grin Michigan and again and again and again and again Michigan and again and again and again and again Michigan and again and again and again and again Michigan and again and again and again and again Michigan and again and again and again and again Michigan and again and again and again and again Michigan and again and again and again and again Michigan and again and again and again and again