This is Oklahoma.

People want to know:

Is it a red state?

Or is it blue?

Do we allow protests?

Who do we worship?

But this is Oklahoma

In the morning,

When it rains on the Sunflowers,

And birds sing.

And lightning lights the morning sky,

And thunder rumbles through what’s left 

Of the sultry night,

And you would almost think you were in Kansas 

Or Arkansas,

Or Texas if you could get beyond 

The red Red River.

But this Oklahoma,

This is the world,

The beautiful planet that we call earth.

This is me

Standing in

The invisible rainbow

That will never be seen 

By those who only want to see with their eyes,

And label the names of what color and size everything is.

And this is you,

Basking in the infrared and ultraviolet

And the bluest blue

That happens when

It rains on sunflowers in the morning in Oklahoma,

As the world spins through a spiraling galaxy 

Of light and dark matter,

With birdsong sweet,

And the smattering clatter

Of the Lord’s percussion,

More thunder for us.

You want to know what Oklahoma is?

This is Oklahoma.

-jenn