Here. Now

I experienced something

something you haven’t

Probably.

You’ve never experienced the thing I experienced

I hope(?).

Well I’m sure of it.

Not positive… But sure. Sure enough. And surely…

I see fields, green fields;

Orchards, grapes —

Dead, decayed;

Blown right over;

Brushed all aside

And over

Over —

And all over.

And but: fields(!)

Fields

Fields…

Fields alive.

And green.

I can moan. I can scream. I can hoot and holler, yell; but yet such noise is naught when near a cow lows, the Hawk she screams, the man he screams: then: echo, silence, nil.

Rain, rain

Mud

Washed.

I see green

Green fields, alive.

A life

Life

Life.

Alive.