Alone He Stands Behind the Plow

alone he stands behind the plow in footrace with the lengthened dawn a shadow figure in the now pursues the where and when and how of unseen reins so slowly drawn alone he stands behind the plow each furrow’s end a prayerful bow an homage paid – dark soil turned fawn a shadow figure in the now a twisted plowmans daily prowl his dream - horizon’s distant pawn alone he stands behind the plow as rutted field and furrowed brow leave in the mist the endless song a shadow figure in the now in answer to where, when, and how sweet memories dark furrows spawn alone he stands behind the plow a shadow figure in the now ©1/16/2018 Contest: Villanelle Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nina Parmenter