what is in this cornfield, that pulls me in
deep green with dusting of gold on each leaf
tops adorned with essence of rose and amber
distant views fill with light green rows
bobbing on the earth like waves in the ocean
when a breath is caught
it’s past from leaf to leaf
zigzagging the open field
this cornfield that pulls me
the sky is bright
I stay indoors, hiding from the sun
I raise my shoulder and shy away
feels like kryptonite
the sun does not energize me
it does not fill my heart with joy
instead, it steals from me
or so I imagine
If I could pull the blind
invite the calmness of the grey sky
feel the turbulent clouds rushing by
the echo of thunder feels like music
if I could do this
would it soothe, would it calm, would it ease
the electricity that runs through me
august 27 2018
Widowed Without A Manual 