I'm squinting against all this light
flooding through me, bathing
the field of thin golden stalks
that tickle my legs and my cracking bare feet.
Motes of dust and loose seeds float
purposelessly through the heavy air
and I sit in the hard-packed dirt
I lie on the folded plants
and I stare at a crystalline sky
and I breathe.
I breathe.
breathe.
.
