Silience

Remember that morning we laid in the field 

so many years ago? Probably not, and that’s ok; 

I know it meant more to me. Careful of thorns, 

we ran through the weeds. They were too big to trample, 

but I prevailed. I met you where you dropped to the ground 

to greet the mud we could smell. At first, I hesitated—

a clean little girl—but you told me that hair could be washed, 

and you spoke only gospel back then. 

So I laid down beside you, the grass 

growing taller, the little white flowers my pillow. 

I felt alive in the nature and stillness I had only 

visited before. It was trivial then, but that’s when 

I learned that the best place on earth is outside, 

in the grass, with you.