come and sit beside me once
see there the corn growing the
peanuts all green in the vast fields
acre after acre as far as the eye sees

on the skys the vast seance
we become the norm showing
deep blue endlessness the view
miles upon miles

spheres of red dirt soil the life
blood toiling the smallness of
life of individuals like I
become slight in the haze

of the distant fogs
my heart just one wishing
a tiny tale among many
Trite causes me to awe more.

I see the offspring and generations
as blind to feeling. The weaknesses
I go through have all before.
There is a scheme.

I wish I could figure it out.