Tonight we are at Fort Abraham Lincoln State Park near Bismarck, ND. Our drive was a pleasant one through farm land pocked with lakes large and small.

There’s a beauty to cultivated land,

A patchwork of greens and browns,

Of rolling hills harrowed in circles and halves,

The geometry of flat fields plowed and planted.

The view from above, from an airplane,

Is a grandmother’s pieced quilt

Wrapping us in love.