Luke 9:62
he invited me to join
placed my eager hands upon the handle
such energy, yet I guided straight
lines so perfect computers would be jealous
from sunup to sundown I plowed
the sweat stinging
sweet lines of crystallized salt to lick
later when the air blew soft
I invited others to join me
called them from the joy inside
of me
I left mother and father
let the dead bury their own
days folded into one another
time compressed
then
time stretched
days folded into one another
I wandered back to graves I left
pined for sisters I never knew
me, of
outside darkness the from them, called
me join to others, invited
I
was, but hard now
the stinging sweat
the brow unkempt
no longer did I sell in joy
to buy the field
from sunup to sundown
I couldn’t wait for it to end
my lines, crooked as the next
like drunken snakes upon the grass
my tired hands upon the handle
I slunk away
I looked back.