A Place to Hide

Stepping off the pavement
into parked grass,
a shortcut,
past the ball fields,
behind obedient hedges,
I jump the ditch,
you walk the plank,
we enter
adjacent property:
the cornfield.

Twisting bodies,
bending corn,
we sink into the green.
Our shadows fall off.

Ahead,
a spot where the
kernels
didn’t take,
we plant
ourselves
in parched soil.

Encircled
by tall blades,
tassels fringe our view
of the sky
at its bluest,
an unending backdrop
to popcorn clouds
teeming.

You and me,
always between,
sunrise/sunset.

Silken husks,
another layer,
a callous,
a frame,
or a scar,
reveals,
who you are.

In the distance,
a world of
passing cars,
and
squeaking
swings.

We close our eyes,
and stay quiet,
thickening our skin,
in the sunlight.


;Caprice Pause