seed
a pale-blue hint of
the full colour to come
back
Sometimes there will be clouds, joining together to form arches
from horizon to horizon
stretching
tearing
scattering patterns across the fields.
Sometimes these clouds bring rain,
and the sky will darken
But the rain will pass
the sky be brighter clearer
back
The workers more visible,
returning to their trays & boxes after the rain,
lifting food from the ground,
sorting
trimming
laying down
moving along the line.
Occasionally one will stand, lifting cramped arms to the sky before
returning to the soil.
Those lifted arms, that arching back.
back
When the noon-time comes
(when there’s a moment of stillness and silence)
the sky is the colour of the summer noon:
a blue with no comparison
the pure deep blue of the summer noon in this place.
