Once through fields of wheat
he dreamed he ran
exalted by the wind
limbered,
stretching,
stems brushing legs,
and arms
soaring over golden ends,
undulating seed top rushes,
rippling waves
toward the blue from earth split line,
the distant magic boundary
never reached but out for,
exuberant and glad.
“Are you listening?
Sir?
The answer?
I’m not sure…sir.
Anything?
I guess not sir.
Someone else!
Who knows the answer?”
Desktop hard
Sitting jammed,
stopped
waiting
for the teacher’s noise
to speed up,
get out, get away
then a sideways glance –
to the squared glassed outside…
Once through fields of wheat,
he dreamed he ran
again.