Everyone needs a place.

“Detail of the Hayfield”
I followed myself for a long while, deep into the field.
Two heads full of garbage.

Our scope was larger than I realized,
which only made me that much more responsible.

Yellow, yellow, gold, and ocher.
We stopped. We held the field. We stood very still.

Everyone needs a place.

You need it for the moment you need it, then you

   bless it–
thank you soup, thank you flashlight–

and move on. Who does this? No one.