Standing in a Field
what I saw
standing in a field
a car sinking into itself
a car on the exhale
tilting a bit
its windows
shields
reflecting the sun
as the grass around
the pond shivered
what I heard
crickets complain
the disturbed crows
a distant clamor
almost human
that was a car sinking
a car full of sisters
who had a minute to break
the windows but instead
called nine-one-one
when the surface broke
and the pond swallowed its bitter meal
I stood useless in the field
no one could have told me
I’d walk these fields
the rest of my days
head bent looking for depressions
in the soil in the swale
scavenging for
bone a glitter of chrome –
surface scatters
making a science
of my failure
as one does
