Winter Wheat

Winter Wheat - John K. Samson

Woke up in a parking lot

Air mattresses gone flat

The sun selecting targets for the shadows to attack

So make a visor with your hand

Squint at where you're from

A lonely line of buildings you can block out with your thumb

Salute the way we tried

And no one knows we're anywhere we're not supposed to be

So stay a while and watch the wind throw patterns on a field

This crop withstood the months of snow

Scavengers and blight

Tuned every year towards a tiny lengthening of light

Found a way to rise

We know this world is good enough because it has to be

Allow the hope that we will meet again out in the winter wheat

Find me in the winter wheat