I am a world away from home…

A tiny dot in the middle of a
broom sage beige plain
blending into the tan landscape as if
I were nothing but a blank page

I am like the nearby bison…

mute and disinterested within a herd that's
flat black and color lacking~
walking through waist high waves of
straight line wind horizon that
follows me from behind and
expecting the copper ball to plant
a russet sunset on the ground
to fill this space where nothing sounds


Written by Sara Fielder © Oct 2013