Wednesday, May 14, 2025

A Woman in the field

A woman in a white strapless dress stands by a window, gazing into a vibrant sunflower field illuminated by a warm sunset glow. Her reflection is looking back at her.


It's quite breezy,

and the sun is shining bright—

as bright as it could ever be.


Yellow and white flowers,

some pass as sunflowers and lilies.


A woman in the field

dressed in an all-white strapless dress

stands completely still—

absorbing nature,

quietly beginning to visualize

the things happening around her.


These things are real,

and have been for some time.

What she sees isn't a lie,

not mere dust dancing in the wind.


She has spoken,

again and again,

yet nothing ever seems to change.


Her visions speak—

loud and clear

for all eyes to see,

yet eyes go blind.


It's frustrating.


These visions

are not fleeting spirits

whispering only to one.

They are loud,

they are present,

and they matter.


Frustration builds.

Feelings begin to turn inward—


But whose?


Another woman

stands in the background,

seen as a child her entire adulthood.


She has drawn back,

stays quiet at times,

though still present—

active in subtle ways.


She’s cut back on speaking,

leaning on humor,

laying low in silence,

letting the scene unfold.


This woman,

who has long been mistaken for a child,

calls out—

to the woman in the field—

to share her vision.


And then,

a realization.


The woman in the field

is herself.