beneath an azure sky
stippled with clouds,
floating along their way,
stratified across the plains,
hiding finally behind distant blue mountains,
a cornfield undulates.
brown and green,
slowly dying yet enticingly pregnant,
fighting to give birth to
treasured kernels of hope
before death claims her completely.
dried stalks strike alabaster skin
as my feet run along the ground beneath
into which the stalks dive deeply,
feeding as they will,
dependent on the nutrients to live.
i fall to fertile ground, crushing
stalks as i tumble.
there i lie,
staring past enticingly pregnant stalks
desperate to give birth to kernels of hope
toward clouds desperate to give birth
to swells and swells of life-giving rain.