Surrounded

Surrounded

I step across a field alone,

as bent

And tossed tall grass abreeze the world around,

Made amber-rust by hard and sunny days.

I walk

surrounded by late summer hues.

As acrobatic dragon-flies nearby,

Hunt

two or three, surprise by angles' speed,

Half drunk, half keen, their territorial chase

I watch,

then pass them by on my own way.

I find

no thing, just grasses' drying stalks – and:

Time is th' entombment of this bodily Being.

A palpable force, we must contend, and join

Each,

cut by moments, exceeding weight or wind.

(10/21/2009)