The Invisible Field

This is where I wish I could go

When I want to get lost.

A field that looks like an ocean

Covered in fog.

But hidden beneath the cool damp blanket

Lies a sea of sand and grass.

He said, when I ran into the field,

My body collapsed into the air

Like a tiny implosion.

When I turned around,

He was gone too.

Staring straight at the spot where he stood before

I saw nothing but a pixilated white sheet.

We both knelt down.

Me, into crunchy sea grass

Him, on the sandy shore.

We crouched below the layer of clouds,

Huddled near the ground.

We looked into each other’s eyes

And then leapt up

To let the damp air hit our faces.

I came back to the invisible field the next night.

Holding the hand of a boy,

I was sure would follow me

Into the wet gray night.

But the field was gone,

And as I turned so was he.

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