The Morning I Realized My Fascination with Fields

by | Mar 11, 2011 | Blog, My Poems


The field was open
like the mouth
of a sparrow


where there are winding halls

You vanish

into a brand of forget-me-nots
and pollen


I spent that morning knowing
that this was the one
I couldn’t
accept –

inside the pages

was a swan

still breaking
from its shell –

and yet,
it was fully grown,


its back white

in its V of breakage –

of feathers and leaves –

I remember how

your eyes were red

when you tried to patent

this breathing