Poppy Fields - Mia Doi Todd

I scrub my blackened feet

Scrape off the caked on grime of the street

I wash my hands and face

Of the Worldly soot that accumulate

In the day-in day-out farcical strife

In the humdrum of everyday life

And I enter my home clean

Step up to the hearth I’ve deemed my own

I sit down on the bidet

And shower my flower of the decay

That sets in when she lets in a guest

For recreation no creation, her slight protest

And I enter my bed clean

Lay down my head and dream of another world

The desert springs to life

The golden chaparral gives up her rights

To poppy fields for miles

And purple lupin lavender behind

Another world

Waking with the sun

The poppy petals peel back to open

And turn the hills orange

To start another cycle of seasons

Another world

We dance as whooping cranes

Who once again have found their lifetime mates

We bound across the plains

Roll down slopes, fill our white coats with stains

Of another world

We come to rest as one

At the bottom of the hill, start to make love

We lean against the earth

Rocking back and forth and back and forth, back and forth

Another world

Under a wild sky setting sun

We ride the waves towards something still to come

Another world