The Field

Photo by Derek Mack on Unsplash

This would be my gift to you:
fresh-mown grass to lie on
beneath windless trees
and enough sky to treat your eyes
to every shade of blue.
I would give you the sound of thunder
and the forecast of a rainy
afternoon. There — now time slows
and seems to drift
sleepy as a sated bee.
Soon we will fall asleep
but not yet. There are books to be read
and shoes to be kicked off
and sleepy conversations to hold
on the shapes of clouds: this one
is a bird, or a dog standing on…