you want heat? picture a farm house window with a light white veil blowing inwards to a 2nd floor bedroom – over looking a field ready to be cut
fuck that breeze it’s a mirage
and if you’re still in the room you must be half nuts yourself
or a teenager determined not to follow in your parents footsteps
staging a strike – refusing to return to the fields and work
kid just run away
put your thumb out on the main road – sit on your suitcase then hope your neighbour doesn’t pick you up. pray that your father or brother doesn’t notice from the tractor while they’re baling hay in the middle field. hope your mother stays in the back yard putting up laundry.
don’t think of scriptures
you are not your brothers’ keeper and you did not promise to work in the wine fields – there is no boat below waiting for you to fish. walk in the opposite direction of where your property starts and hope it doesn’t rain – if it does everyone will be inside the house and wondering where you might be. then they’ll start calling out your name and you may begin to feel guilty.
leaving the lane way remember the breeze in your bedroom and keep walking…..
*”I Never Picked Cotton” a song made famous by singer Roy Clark. Written by Bobby George and Charles Williams