In A Field

-In A Field-
by
Keaton Foster



In a field
Is a tree
What a dream
So real
So weird
True I’m sure
As I can be
In that tree
In that field
Is a lone bird
Again
Not so seemingly absurd
Imagination unchained
Completely off the hook
I am a lyrical crook
Spouting off the cuff
There will never be enough
Such a creature
Like that lone bird
In that tree
In that field
Is afflicted like me
Is afflicted like us
It has no wings
Just two legs and feet
Allowing it stand
Allowing it to observe
As I stare
Amazement builds
Further detail comes into shape
My mind
Such a wilderness of possibilities
Nothing hinders what can be
Our eyes meet
All man
All creature
Distance shared
Brought quite closer
Deep into his eyes
I can see
Deep into mine
Its story screams
I know where it is
Its wings have gone
I know who took them
Ripping them from home
Breaking them from joint
Suturing the wounds
Ensuring continuance
When there would otherwise be none
It does not speak
How could it ever
But with the flicker an eye
It says all that could
Ever need to be said
In a field
Is a tree
What a dream
So real
So weird
True I’m sure
The lone bird
With no wings
It and I are now friends
Beings with equal afflictions
Sharing the same imagination
He imagines taking flight
While I imagine what to write
I tell his tale
As he teaches me how real
Things that are made up
Can seem to be…



In A Field
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.