Shelter
We wove hip-high field grass
into tunnels
knotting the tops
of bunched handfuls the drooping
heads tied together.
My seven siblings and I
sheltered ourselves
inside these labyrinths
in a galaxy of grasses.
Copyright Credit: Poem copyright ©2020 by Heather Cahoon, “Shelter” from Horsefly Dress (University of Arizona Press, 2020.) Poem reprinted by permission of the author and the publisher.