A Field

You’ve watched the black turn to green

You’ve watched the struggles of lives

between

June to July

And December

Did you keep a journal

Will you still remember

This was your life

You pray for another season

That you might get it right

One more try

To watch as yellow turns to black

And black back to green

You’ve watched the beauty

And the violence everyday

Did you pick a flower

Struggle with a thorn

I wish you all the pain

You could afford

A field with lessons

Without words

That a life could be explained

In one season

That we would not take for granted

The next

The sunflowers now closing their eyes

The field, a corpse, a swarm of flies

The summer heat

The winter chill

Do you remember the year

And all its lessons

Where were you at the start?

At the end?

Wouldn’t you love just one more year

just to Try it again