Fallow 123

The sun is shining,

A record high for today,

Or so I am told

Nonsense from a friend

Has me considering snares

Attacks on repeat

Lines of words and field

Of logic and physical

Of sides switched unseen

River crossed and crossed

The approach seen consistent

Though words make no sense

Are fields now aligned?

Such that they hold each other

With me in the eye?

The dot of the "i"s

Four parts imaginary

Helicopter blades

Spun at the right speed

Each a pillar in heaven

All chained yet still free

The work almost done

I can feel it in my soul

My very real soul