by Remy Dou
The blonde kernels beckoned my passage
Through rows that pulled towards a massive center.
Past my ears the wind blew
Teasing me with glimpses of corn peeking through leaves.
The dirt on my feet, bronze like my own
Felt like home to a man born on the sea,
And in those rows, the strands of silk
Blowing like hair,
Catching glimpses of corn, blonde like the sand in the sun,
I walked towards the center,
A newly born stalk.
There I blew in the wind,
Vaguely remembering the salty waves.