Cotton Field




In Louisiana, the moon over 

	the cotton field where I ran

was my beacon, drawing me

	away from home.



Alone late at night

	I raised my hands and 

I raised my chest, 

	arched my back,

And I projected myself into the deep dark

	bed of stars, begging for absorption.



Often I would feel them transmitting

	data into my abdomen, 

Information I could not see or understand 

	but a feeling 

I intuitively knew would unfold as wisdom 

	over the course of my life.