The Back Field
John Miatech
Clouds own the horizon
Flowers have succumbed to the grey that reaches everywhere,
Closing their bright faces
Grass rests in the field, like contented cows,
With absolutely nothing to ruminate on
But the breeze
There is no reason to see forever
Everything is here, within reach, right now
The need is strong only to drink in the cool liquid air and be made whole
The wish is only for bright green to blanket the earth,
For the sky to show some hope of blueness…
And to believe that somehow, all of this is good,
And right,
And that at least some of it will last forever