The Field

Summer resplendent sun glowing in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass. Waving blades like long fingers flowing, the sudden sighing gusts come and pass. The field lives palpable in the anamnesis. I step through the Queen Anne’s lace, I lay down on dense turf, where distress decreases, Sun of repose wrings out pain, leaving no trace. The field uncut, surrounded by trees, shooshing wind mixes only with the hum of bees. Lazy, balmy, timeless afternoon, grasshoppers leap. Musty grass inhaled. I doze and fall asleep. The field dandelions release seeds like cotton floating on nuzzling breeze, landing, then begotten. Burrowing moles hunt earthworms under soil. Nests and mounds, why do ants tirelessly toil? Toad hops by, pausing, inspecting for insects. Sioux Nation meadowlarks sing of friendship from the nearby woodland intersects. Love by dissolving into field, my ritual worship. At cool dusk, I awaken to cricket chitter. Night’s canopy of cosmos is without dimension, measureless. I am free and joyous in star glitter. I merge with field habitat, awakening all sensations. Published: Pick Me Up Poetry 10/22 Accepted for Publication, 11/2023: PoetrySoup Anthology Vol. III Reflections on the Important Things