field – a poem by Jacob Friesenhahn

field

I see him standing alone
far away
in the middle of the field
it is getting dark outside
I’m sitting on a stool
in the kitchen
by the window
his shoulders are square
his head slightly bowed
he might be wondering
which direction to run
the irrigation lines
or about his eldest son
and how he is or is not
like him and feeling proud
or a slight sense of shame
pausing to imagine the future
he looks strange by himself
like he could be someone else
anyone softly silhouetted
by a setting sun

Jacob Friesenhahn teaches Religious Studies and Philosophy at Our Lady of the Lake University in San Antonio. He serves as Program Head for Theology and Spiritual Action.

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