Across verdant fields of someone else’s green
I wade through wheat, reaching for the still-green-ears of corn,
As if moving was as soft as something, but not air.
Out in this windless day, I expected sun,
And then the sudden rain.
Daylight gathers itself as time drags down
The sky. This curtain time, the edges are its dusk,
And then night is shrouded with pulsating stars.
Stars aligned and I become a human thing
With human dread of stars known by name,
Prophetic with their ancient themes.
Sleep is mystery,
And thoughts are taken somewhere else.
I wake in sweat, and guilt is pressing on a heart disturbed.
In the fading darkness, I wait for clarity
To clear away the night’s fading curse.