Wheatfield With Crows

Inspired by another poet sharing a picture of Van Gogh's Wheatfield with Crows I paint with fierce brush strokes Depicting crow and sheaf Hoping to rekindle, hoping to cope I can't paint away the sense of grief Paint the path that leads the way Follow out of sight, out of feeling Time and again restorative misplay Find myself on the floor kneeling Pleading... I wish to fly with the crows To belong To know my course The cycle of the seasons To expand upon my reason Soon I'll fly into the sun After this, I'm done. I'm done.