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.
