Sunday’s Not So Silent Newsletter

Nature Is Never Quotidien

Nature Is Never Quotidien

I am mowing the field
with my tractor.
It is loud even
with earbuds.
I circle the field
in swaths.
The diesel drone
is entrancing,
my mantra.
My…
the blue,
the cerulean,
the skyblue blue-ity..
it’s the backdrop for every
shade of green leaf
encircling the field.
I know I am in an altered state,
every shivering leaf
appears impossibly distinct.
I catch a preternatural chill,
a large shadow
winging in my periphery,
then on me
and then gone.
A vulture prefiguring?
Then… a flotilla,
a pod,
a monet of dragonflies
radiates across the bow
of my tractor,
leading me,
a floridescent starry blaze
for this lost grass-sailor.
Conducting me home.