The Field

open-ended, infinite 
that bright and rambled field 
called us past paved driveways
and petunia gardens 
mowed lawns 
and backyard barbecues

where the road ended 
the grass was dry and golden
thirsty, sharp-edged and sighing 

farther in
new grass held us
green, embryonic 
we pulled handfuls
nibbled its sweet white flesh
held the blades
between our upright thumbs 
and blew through praying hands 
to screech like jays

all this at ten years old
and you content to follow 
one step behind

deeper still
the forest offered
a darker refuge

but you ran home

I climbed a tree 
and sat on a high branch
legs dangling
staring into 
the woods ahead 

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Music pairing: The Meadow by Ann Annie, 2025.

May these words bring truth and healing
through open hands and hearts. And then,
let it flow back into our Mother Earth
for the love of all her beings.

This poem was conceived and grown organically from my own unique human experience, thoughts, efforts, knowledge and research.