Let’s not over think it,
let’s just take a breath, relax, open our eyes
and take that field of Wild Flowers in.
It’s not a very big field, the flowers are not exotic
the Sun shines on it the same exact way it shines on my
front yard or your backyard.
If you watch the flowers,
that is, if you have nothing else to do
you can see them turning their faces towards the light, slowly
And if you listen
and you hold your breath
you won’t hear a bird singing or bees buzzing
It’s a field full of wild flowers
watching the Sun
alone in a deathly quiet field.
The entire piece hinged on that single word- it was heading there step by step.
Unsettling. That single word “deathly” in the last stanza really catches you, like one barb in a wire fence.