Laying in the grass on a summer night

I wonder how much longer I can bear it

Not knowing what has happened

Afraid of getting it wrong

Terrified that I am right

A warm breeze pushes me

I am a rabbit or a vole

I am a warm blooded creature

Whose whole world is this field

That looks up sometimes and wonders

If there will be a tomorrow

I turn over and smell the soil

I hear blood and water

I grab the roots with both hands and hold on