Seeing Things Clearly

I cannot, without hesitation,
stand amidst the fields of green and gold
and sense the aging process
– dying in a sense –
all that surrounds me.
What is will soon decay;
what was has passed away.
Or has it? 
In my mind, it still remains. 
Some in tatters, some as whole cloth. 
Where reason once reigned,
emotions reclaim bits and pieces. 
Shall I use them as a frame
or wait until pieces amassed are
enough a quilt to make?
I think – I am not alone
here in this field of green and gold
for there are those who've come before
and stood if not on this exact place, at least near.
And they have heard the call
of bird and other fowl
who knew the land better than we all.
Would wind blow it all away,
there would still remain
a lingering of life
within the earth
to one day rise again
for those who would come
and
stand in this field of green and gold.

Response poem to

ID: 1707881   (Rated: E) Connected Clarity  The most calming feeling of all is the notion that we are all connected. by Dan Sturn

Connected Clarity

I feel the cool loneliness,
standing still in the midnight wind.
Green in a field of yellow corn,
aging all around me, I continue
releasing my grip on the
False Evidence Appearing Real.

The sandstorm falters and
unveils the mirage—

that I am alone.

by Dan Sturn