I thought I saw a girl standing
in a field of sunflowers yesterday,
her amber hair tousled under the
glow of sunset and stardust.
She looked small.
Her arms were glued to her torso
but bent at the elbow, and her palms
stretched open to the sky as if awaiting
a gift from the dissipating clouds.
I came close enough to notice her eyes
were closed, and she just stood there.
Neither of us spoke, and the sunflowers
didn’t seem to mind the silence.
Leaves tickled the backs of my arms
and poked at my exposed calves. The stalks
whipped at her too, but she remained
in the calm of her meditative state.
The breeze picked up speed and I
could smell whiskey leaping off of
her tan skin. The scent of too many
nights spent alone, or few early
mornings still trying to wet her sultry
lips with no avail. I became sad for the
human standing before me. That
is what she was- human. And one
who knew the world as I did. It was
then that I understood her reason
for swaying like the August blooms in
solitude. By now the sun had made a remarkable
descent behind greying mountains, and
she became increasingly more beautiful
to me. We stood a minute longer, and just
before the light fully disappeared, she opened
jade eyes, and I couldn’t remember how I’d
gotten there in the first place.