A Farmer’s Nirvana

A farmer worked his field

      silently

      looked up

and finally understood the

            sunrises

            sunsets

And ran into his shack

      screaming gleefully

      sharpened his pitchfork

then ditched his day job

So he, the farmer-poet

etched the landscape on the land

      circles amongst circles

He understands!

He drowned in his own

      personal joy

      choked on his sweat

      and dyed his hair grey;

      Plucked a rose for his wife

      and called it a day.