This morning with my Elantra loaded -
suitcase, cds, books, hummus, crackers,
Michigan blueberries, chocolate, water,
and Little Running Horse filling up the back seat -
I drove west following the constant, cheery sun.
I must have tapped together the heals
of my leather bjorn shoes, three times,
because we are home, honey home already,
where the buffalo used to roam,
where a million lakes still layer the land,
and loons are loved.  Minnesota home.