This Isn't the Sort of Thing That Happens to Someone Like You

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.