Fools in a Field

The roots and stems reach and sing towards the sun

I look behind me waiting for your voice

the tall flowing reeds whisper sweet nothings

I look behind  because I cannot look ahead

the wind caresses my red dress like an old dream

I turn with my body, but my shredded heart
 knows the truth 

the sky laughs at my foolish steps

my eyes gaze out yearning for your silhouette

for there is no regret

only the elements witness my torment

they are my solace

I come here for the sky,
 the roots,
the stems,
the reeds,
 and the wind

feel you

wandering these lonely realms
tempted to return to us again.

Kori 2011