Spread

This evening the 
bottomland I 
walked down
ended in a
windbreak above 
some low 
hollow I was 
rooted in 

before. I’m sure
now the far 
grass-stems
are too small 
to see. The way
I said there are 
fields behind
this field: 

I’ll look back 
and hear wind
that spanned some 
width of 
plain before 
reaching me. 

Even after 
I said it I thought 
of myself 
as leaving. It 
didn’t cross
my mind it is 
as if already
I am not here.