August 13, 2007

  • the dream the trip

    Last night, my travels took me to a vast cornfield, almost as expansive as the greenest sea with a tiny red boat of a house on its horizon.  The morning light was hazy and gray, deeping the brick on the old church as we passed singing; rather, you sang to me.  We poured over recipes, our large plastic bowls empty and growling for the fruit we would buy.  The cardboard road sign was just ahead, "Tomatoes and Peaches- $5".  How could we not argue over our latest meal?  We had the world open to us.