Wednesday, June 8, 2016

THE WILDFLOWER



The wind is tremendous then and sounds like not only like an ocean that surrounds the fields, but like and ocean crashing in on all sides. I would swear the two sounds are almost indistinguishable. It’s cleared everyone out, for the time being. When I get back there will be a lot full of cars and trucks. Yet, - there, then, - it’s empty. As it brings itself across the adjacent grasses they bend and bend, appearing silver in the dim light. Practically the entire sky is covered in thick and uninspiring clouds, - bordering on ominous. We stay still for a bit, look around, and take a rest. Some trees make shapes against the sky and the cover. A bunch of birds are either getting ready to travel to another part of the forest and fields, or have been startled by us- they come round and round, then fly back and forth and across and quite low. In the distance a red-winged black bird sits atop something. I look down and then up and he is gone. Flash. Blink. Dart. It’s a hilly part, out of the way, and in a way feels, or can often be, like a film or dream. Going and going and going. Little insects still make their way as the wind, though powerful, has not erased them. Some animal screams from a farm in the distance. It is nearly always screaming like that. I notice a wild turkey sense us and rises, moves away, and alights about another five hundred feet from where it was. We wait as if for rain, expect it, - but it does not arrive. A few little drops never harmed anyone, - but it’s not the time. Maybe the skies are waiting for the night to let out their drizzle and dance. Then, amidst all the verdant world,- is a solitary yellow wildflower waiting there, nestled, half-hidden by the side of a path. Hmmm, - hello wildflower, how are you? - What have you seen? - Quiet are you. Artifacts living, such as it, sometimes announce themselves if you are relaxed and not looking for them. Soon we head out of there, making our way along a long and solitary stretch of green grass mixed with dry light dirt, all the while thinking of the wildflower. 


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