“Vast and worthless,” “an ocean with no past,” are a couple of descriptions of the prairies by early European explorers. This inability of newcomers to “see” the prairies engendered efforts to “improve” the land, to redirect its vitality into the production of commodities. One such effort, farming, took phenomenal hold. By 1913 a million people had settled on the prairies, reined in by Ottawa’s grid system of land division that not only disregarded harmonizing with the natural terrain but also displaced both Indigenous and Métis peoples from their traditional homes. Currently, Saskatchewan is undergoing another crisis of place: farming has given way to agribusiness, and as farm sizes increase, land and community suffer. A drive beyond Saskatchewan’s cities will take you past abandoned farmyards even as the most vulnerable prairie terrain is pressed into cultivation. Winter Sleep offers affective critique of the agroindustry in prairie Canada. The poem and film, in conversation, ask viewers to reckon with the devastating socio-environmental impact of agribusiness, a clarifying task in re-conceiving new horizons for being here.