January 26, 2009
A daunting tune plays in the field.
I hover at the ‘hold.
Wherefore or why or how or who, I question as I reach.
I part the stalks and stalk myself,
Daunting tune or no.
I pray and hope for simple things,
But face the air I fear.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback