Missing Iowa

I come from Iowa

where the tall corn grows

giving everyone a sense of the seasonality of life

a time for planting

a time for growing

a time for harvesting

a time of dormancy death

there is a sensibility

that comes from always knowing

your winter is coming.

I live now in Florida

where Hibiscus bloom year round

and it is always green

and everyone is from somewhere else

seeking nirvana

to die where winter never comes

bundling up when the temperatures fall to 60º

When it becomes 60º in Iowa

people dance naked on their lawns.

I miss that.