Amongst the field of grasses golden,
I lay beneath a tree not seen and close my eyes.
The field- it seems- to stretch in endless lengths around me.
The horizon watches over a silent growing earth, and I can feel the cold ground warming under me.
I dream, and wish and ponder a future… and like many children, I wonder about life’s travels and what has come before this day of opening up or unraveling.
Surrendering is hard when you feel broken and afraid and unsure if there is a hope in heaven or if indeed there is someone who cares for this crying child inside.
For I am still a child who waited for someone to to take me and bring me to a safe haven…I really thought there may be some comfort… like a magical bird that can lift me up.
The truth- it seems-
is that it is a cold and raw ground, and the only circling birds above are the ones of prey. I curl in a ball and take shelter inadvertently. The dark blues and greys of the forthcoming storm sink in. The cool drops of rain tap on my warm skin of my back.
Fear sets in and I try to see a glimmer of something hopeful.
So as I age and find myself at sail in deep waters,
sinking
I realize that around me are tiny islands and lily pads
and a sky that is rose coloured and sometimes blue. I grab hold of the edge of the islands with my fingernails to pull myself up
to stay afloat.
I am tired and again, I find myself laying on the cold earth with fields of gold stretching out in all directions. The tree is above me….still and quiet…and I realize I am going to be okay. The tiny islands are like friends who offer up their hands. This is how we are for each other in life.
We can be islands for each other.
K. Morbey