The Field

By Cecilia Sarnowski '22

April 2020

i lay still in the field

green grass engulfing my paled skin,

the feeling of gray leaves my body

a cool breeze sweeps away my spinning thoughts,

replacing useless static with the sound of minuscule wings

blinking my blurred eyes creates a kaleidoscope

the blue sky’s white clouds move

slowly changing to grey

now, rain falls

giggling gleefully i try to count each drop

one

two

three

the streams of rain become too many

i can no longer count each drop

although my game has been spoiled

i lay still in the field

and enjoy the wonderful world