In a field of wheat I search for
you, my friend
You are a cagey creature
The minute I think
I have a grasp of you, you
disappear
only to emerge, the tip of your ear
waving from behind a stalk of wheat
saying, "Follow me!" or
"Don't. I don't much care."
I always follow
Like Alice's White Rabbit, I
follow you
and we play in your magical
strange
sad
funny
beautiful Wonderland; then
you slip away
and I learn how
to make some wonders myself
But don't you ever think
that I've forgotten you, my friend
I've come to this field of wheat
looking for that jaunty ear
waiting for you to
