The Field
The Field
By Cecilia Sarnowski '22
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