The View from Above
The farm field in spring
is lush and verdant. No one
imagines it lying fallow.
When day turns to night,
the moon soaks the field
in the sun’s missing rays.
Don’t cling to people and things
like a hawk with your claws
tearing their backsides.
Hold fast with both hands
open. Then, be like the wind,
a spreader of seed.
Let people love you
the best way they can—
not your way. Remember,
everyone is broken. No one
is perfect. Or rather, everyone is
(when viewed from above)
a green field in moonlight.
Lisa Vihos
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