Paper Fields

Open fields of paper

my pen/staff in hand

herding thoughts like sheep

thoughts with legs to be nurtured

and

in their course sheared and

made to clothe and shelter others

Open fields of paper

my pen/hoe in hand

weeding the rows of growing plans

waiting for the harvest day

that what I have written might feed other souls

Open fields of paper

my pen/walking stick in hand

enjoying the play of sunlight and clouds

nothing to do here but watch and take note

perhaps some rain will come

the sun will rise and set.

AND i and my pen will observe and take note.