Friday, August 1, 2014


He falls from the sky
into a field
of sunflowers.
He lays there, stunned
and breathless.  He gasps
to open his lungs.
He stares up through
tall stalks and leaves,
plates of yellow balancing
in the breeze.
Plates swaying. He remembers
his mother standing
at the sink in the kitchen,
washing the dishes
after breakfast.
He sees the sky. He wonders
if the memories of the dead
remember the living. He wonders
if the memories of the living
remember the living.
Yellow plates, brown centers,
sway in the breeze.

Photograph by Miodrag Mokricki via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.