The Field
I flicked the blinker on in my grey SUV and
Turned down Flagflower Place. The high school
Is less than a minute down the road
And there are town houses as far as the eye can see but
That night you showed me a field.
It was to the left of Jackson Pond where we
Routinely walked along the surrounding
Path, stepping carefully around the
Numerous goose droppings. From the field,
If one were to look to the right, they would see
The pond along with a row of tall oaks
And a graffiti covered bridge but
That night you showed me a field.
There were no street lights, the only light
Provided was that which was cast down
By the moon. I lay there in my shorts and
Tank top for an hour while you pointed out
The constellations above. The wind blew across
Our bodies and I shivered along with the blades
Of grass that rubbed against my legs because
That night you showed me a field.
I was in complete awe of your knowledge
Of the world above us. I never would have
Known you knew up such things, but
That night you showed me a field.
The air heated up around us as our beings
Combined into one. And then, the air was
As cold as the past winter. You opened
Your mouth and spoke while I watched the
Monuments of the nights dissolve. First,
Our lips, then our arms, then our hands
No longer interlocked as if a rewind button
Was pressed. I wish I could rewind the night
Completely before I knew you did not want me.
I wish we had just walked around the pond. But
That night you showed me a field.
1-30-2018