The Outstretched Earth
By Jane Mead
Do you know what whole fields are?
They are fields with a dog and a moon.
Do you know the answer — for the many?
Except there would be vineyards.
Meaning there would, as usual, be commerce.
Money, and a game of sorts to play it.
Meanwhile — Emma lost in the cover-crop.
Top of her head bobbing through mustard-flower.
It is, after all, still here —
The real world, the outstretched earth,
Rain, soil, copper for pennies.
Source: Poetry (January 2016)