Weirdness enthralled...my mind takes me places and introduces me to creatures. |
-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. |