Each one
as if a tall corn plant
rising from the clay
griping the soil
with shallow
wide roots
the wind
pushing
but not knocking
each one
a view of the sky
and hold of the ground
freely swaying in the breeze.
each one
taller than the last
as if arranged by
height
or perhaps
becuase of distance
and perspective
it only looks as if
they are each taller than the last.
Night falls and the corn sleeps.
Do we?
lovely post
Lovely…it looks now that we only pretend to sleep….
perchance then to dream, and of the world when we dream?