In this field
we grow and thrive
buried beneath
tons of ice
in this field
we hover on
melting under a
blazing sun
in this field
we climb high mountains
reaching skyward
for truth unknown
we swim vast oceans
walk dead valleys
trudge in marshes
cruise through space
In this field
we till the soil
drift and toil
and float away
sometimes we blossom
often glowing breaking through
fire within us water flowing
wind is blowing old to new
in this field
we stare across to
look at others
in this field
in this field
we look around us
at our navels
and disappear
Sunday, March 9, 2008
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