Winter Wheat

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