Ceaseless

he started off by looking at the ground.
his gray shoes and blue jeans clashed
against the green that surrounded them.
the grass was a little too tall,
but it didn¹t matter yet.

he slowly lifted his head and the field
got wider and wider
and longer and longer.
it almost seemed to continue forever,
this endless green.

until a blue line appeared at the very top.
and the higher he raised his head the larger
the blue became.
it seemed to slowly be swallowing
the green whole.

the blue was littered with white spots
in shapes that he could never describe
and probably never comprehend.
he stopped his eyes’ ascension
when they found another,
stronger white that hurt to look at.

he shut his eyes and turned his head
in reaction, and he woke up
suddenly
from his trance
as a car screamed past behind him.

the anonymous field by
the wisconsin highway had,
for a moment,
been a blank dream world where there were no rules
of life and no expectations.

for a moment, in this field,
his best friend was not dead and his
wife was not in critical condition
at a hospital 12 miles to the north.

for a moment, his car had not
broken down on his way there.
but he woke up, and this field
was just another part of wisconsin.

he woke up,
and his car
would still not start.

-my brother