Above and away from the Furrow
Future memories of the past
written on a 1 cent sheet of paper
by the dim light of the hearth
11 minutes of a different life
I’m the hands of a hopeful farmer
so tired, must not stop
my feet deep in the soil
my mind runs free away by the tree top
Today will tell me about tomorrow
the growing green sees the light
as I never grow tired of this nature’s process
with every moment, every furrow
My hat I can hardly recognize
as the sun looks down upon it
my thoughts float away from repetition…
meet me there Estelle.. away… afar
