The Farmer's Dream (a poem by Sporadic Nomadic)

A blank white page

An open field

The Farmer with her seed

Sowing last year's harvest:

Of thoughts,
Resting in the store room,

Waiting for germination

To touch the soil

Feel the warmth

Radiate the essence. 

       Germination!

Alive again, at last.

With pen and paper

I let the thoughts grow wild
Their eternal potential  

Reach to the heavens

Under the smiling eyes of the Farmer. 

Written on Aug 22 in a park in Tbilisi, Georgia after playing the tin whistle. Dedicated to Reuben V who provided the tin whistle and solid decades of friendship.