The Desolate Field

William Carlos Williams

Vast and gray, the sky

is a simulacrum

to all but him whose days

are vast and gray, and—

In the tall, dried grasses

a goat stirs

with nozzle searching the ground.

—my head is in the air

but who am I…?

And amazed my heart leaps

at the thought of love

vast and gray

yearning silently over me.

Cranes in a cotton field near Centre.

(c) 2015 Robert Harrison