i know this long open place

i know this

long open place

it's

so like a field

without fences

unfurrowed

unconcerned with the urgencies of artifice

and that long open place holds

the imperative of life

as it is meant to be lived

holds it

as gently

as it holds

the certitude of death

so very like a found feather

brought to ground

after rising sunward

on a soft warm thermal

and then settling unexpectedly

onto the soft loam

of a ploughed and fertile field