Purple daisy

 Say I found myself here in a field 

Say the contours of rocky earth moved me with its gravitational pull 

Say a crystal Sparkling Instagram like filter Bewitches me, it’s a type of rock that glistens in mother grounds belly 

Say I, dressed in a flowy denim blue skirt and a hand cut grey tank, Lightly submerge my body thru the density of the woods, sweet with red river streams in me, I am Welcomed by eager blood dwellers, I become an offering deepening into the woods to make an offering 

Say I spy a tall lean starchy crisp birch with a mostly open pathway decides me, i zig down the lands decline and startle a bit as living creatures scurry from under my steps

Say the high tickles of grasses against a my calves ripples into my grimacing face because ticks 

Say I throw my sema like rice  at an Ohio church wedding, because I am sweet to these insects 

Say I spy more of this delightfully surprising chamomile esk purple daisy babies. some of their centers are red with berry kisses and its leafies are purple like the roots danced with red clover 

Say I fell in love a little bit in this field