Noon

I pause and listen, sure that I hear
A bobwhite's call upon the  hill,
The whirr of bees and locusts near ---
Everything else is still.

In vibrant sun the peach turns red,
While cotton and corn grow tall;
Fat, dreamy cows in the maple's shade ---
I'm sure I see them all.

The light turns green, the traffic moves,
I merge with the crowded street:
No longer standing in a field
Where memories are sweet.

~ Marel Brown