Earth and Seed

I watched our wildflowers bloom
Reaching past the windows
And now, I see

The yellow-blacks, the blues, the stalks,

Everywhere.

I imagine you rustic
Maybe foolish
How foolish to feel
More so to think

Your beauty cascades across the countryside

So, what is it I want?
Do I exist here, on this plane?
Anywhere?

The hardest thing to do is live
Why can’t the rest be easy?

I will run my hands
Through fields wild
Blinding myself to the
Purple sunrise

Become the earth and seed