Windswept

I'm on the open plain, it's so silent here.

And where the sound of my surroundings once held my senses,

Now quiet resonates.

I hear myself more than I used to.

My own head is louder than the prairie.

And dove seem to keep my attention from my ever growing thirst,

And I care more about birds than water.

When realization comes that time whips through stalks of grass,

I pull a blade and bite down.

The thin distance of what I can see is as blur of purple and blue,

My eyes water.

With all what I knew yesterday blown away,

I squint to see while wind tells me things I should have heard all along.