Wheat Song

A witness that reflects
What has been
Passage to and from every cell
Arriving and existing
Counting the extraordinary
Hairs on your head

Five sparrows sold
For the encumbrance
Of your love is still not enough
Resounding in the sound
Of a refuge ever present
I tell myself
Drive right through it
That hollow darkness
Whisper in this mouth
Shaking wearily as we
Shadow box the backroads
In a triumph forever
Cultivating laughter
The yellow canary sings
To meet us graciously
At the roots
Of every tree
Reaching quietly
Into the absence
Of our bodies
As they once were
In the golden rustling fields
Sung sweet with wheat

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com - Tea Maker & Owner of goldenlungtea.com - Hair & Music at Geinos.com