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
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.