POETRY: Field Notes

Sunrise

Mist fills the air

as the darkness recedes.

Damp, cool, prickly

on sleep-warmed skin.

A flock of turkeys graze

shadows against tall grass

searching for breakfast bugs.

They scatter suddenly

at the creaky screen door

despite my gentle touch.

I withdraw, wait, and watch.

The sun quietly burns

away the gloom.

Late Afternoon

Lying prone in tall grass

watching the sky

stops time for a moment.

While everything,

everywhere else,

continues on.

I watch the summer clouds

drifting

shifting

separating

reforming continuously

into something new

while I lie

pinned here

by the sharp points

of my own mind.

The sun is warm.

Evening

The light fades as

the sky stretches

and spreads out.

Creatures retreat

to their night lairs

casting a hush

across the field.

Jupiter flares

over the Hearth—

the first spark in

the evening sky.

Fireflies glint

as they flit past,

calling to each other,

searching for connection.

Millions of miles away

perhaps

seething gaseous fires burn

in an altogether different display.

The darkness spreads

as the sky sparkles

filling the edges of space and time

with darkness and light together.

A celestial reminder

of how we are everything,

and nothing,

entwined.