Field of Poppies

painting by Monet

We had been looking for something.
We knew it was out in the open
under the sky
not far from trees

and found ourselves walking through a field.

I was conscious in my mind
just now, as I passed
a gathering of those red poppies

of something I did not know existed.

A stream ran towards me
of pure soft touch … it was
breathtakingly lovely

still and falling

We were out looking for something
my boy and I

and now their redness is in my mind,

and one he holds in his hand.