Sea Change
Somewhere in eastern Oregon
at the top of a long hill
I came upon a sea of golden grain.
The sun was just right
and a whisper of a breeze
made mock flames of the waving grain.
This sea had no end,
it appeared to climb the horizon--
a tidal wave to an ethereal shore.
The sky was a blue I never knew,
and the air seemed mine alone.
I knew i was previewing paradise.
I lingered to lengthen the moment
buoyed by this landlocked sea.
I saw it ages ago, but it is alive and free.
In reverie, the grain is still sheeted gold,
a breeze still fashions the grains as flames,
and the sea yet ascends the horizon.
The scene forever changes me.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2015
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