Sometimes, I just need to escape the city
Visit my Papa Baker, drive into the driveway on Cole Rd.
Let Eugene the Cow lick my arm a couple of times,
crunch the leaves under my feet as I walk back in from the pasture.
Sometimes, I need to look at my childhood memories through fresh eyes
Remember how much I appreciate the open, quiet, rolling cornfields
Eat toast with fresh freezer jam, followed by a glass of fresh cow’s milk
Let the country air soothe my soul and calm my nerves.
Sometimes, it takes a three or four hour drive
The smell of the house on Cole Rd
A good cry with my grandpa by the grave of his loyal dog
A late night trip back from town, under the blazing country stars
A hug from Nana even though she’s not sure who I am
To remind me to relax, to breathe, to remember how great I’ve got it.
Sometimes, I just need to scream-laugh for hours at Jocie’s house
While ingesting half a can of spray whip cream
And watching people wrestle over cell phones
Before falling asleep whispering secrets with Maggie.
Sometimes, it’s just time to go
To drive back down M-49 just because I want to see the Student Center
To point out every significant place to the friends that came with me
Every family member’s house, every church and field and restaurant that bear some meaning
To watch my worlds collide in the most bizarre, beautiful manner
And remember that everything is gonna be okay
That God is sovereign
No matter what.
Sometimes, I just need to go to the cornfields.
And so I do.