I use my hands to make a monster
Out of myself I become the new monster self

The rhythm is in all of my pieces
In the Midwest the windmills
Collect in great fields

The spinning earth
Breaks itself against the human machines

The monster wants to translate this image
But it fails in her gears

I quietly lay myself in the prairie grasses
The shadows of the clouds are quick

I roll my monster body catching the weather
Across the bluffs and plains

All my monster cells swell and learn
I breathe the winds and grow and grow
Until I am an immortal being

The storm ascends to the solar heavens
Where the monster heart syncs to all rotation
By Wyoming I am part of the gusts

Dana Jaye Cadman is a poet, writer, and artist. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Third Coast Magazine, North American Review, Southeast Review, New England Review, and elsewhere. She is an Assistant Professor and Director of Creative Writing for Pace University. Find her on danajaye.com

Edward Hopper (July 22, 1882 – May 15, 1967) was an American realist painter and printmaker. He is one of America's most renowned artists and known for his skill in capturing American life and landscapes through his art.