I met a farmer
I took a trip to the farthest regions of
the country
A place where no skyscrapers stood
And livestock still littered the front
yard.
No smell of carbon monoxide tinted the air
And it was so quiet I could actually hear
myself breathe.
Here, there were no immaculately manicured
hedges
but rows and rows of tilled land.
In the midst of which was a sight that
caught my eye.
Working so diligently,
Nursing the soil with so much patience and
adoration,
I felt envious
He stood with his feet parted but
Planted firmly to the ground, hoe in hand
Under the raging sun
And I had but one thought: this was a man of
the land.
He looked upon his land with pride.
I watched on transfixed,
As with the eye of one grown and bred on
the land
He examined the skies above
Preempted the rain and made cover for his
crops.
Each move was effective and measured
He wasted no movements.
The sun shone brighter and hotter
He stripped off his shirt and my, what a
view!
The sweat on his brow, sliding down his shoulder
and back
Pectoral muscles firm and rippling as he
moved
He seemed oblivious to the simple fact that
he had a body
That many movie stars would die for.
For him, this was just another day on the
job
Continuing what his great-great grandfather
had begun.
He must have also been a master hypnotist
For I could not look away
Not for the life of me.
And my hand itched for a pen.
If I were a painter
I would have put on canvas this man in his
element.
Oil, not water.
This would be no simple portrait.
Nay! that would be a grave injustice.
To be truly seen, this is man has to be
seen in motion.
And the almost predatory way he moved…
This was no doubt an alpha.
He would make for a very passionate lover.
If I were a sculptor
I would a make a model of the man,
Not from limestone or granite but marble.
I would replicate the fierce concentration
on his face
Capturing not just every line of his
physique
But also the breath and soul of the man.
If I were a composer,
I would have put Marianelli and Cortaza to
shame.
And probably Vivaldi too.
For if the feelings currently swirling
within me
Were ever to be heard by a people
They would be smothered by
the sheer force of such emotion.
As a writer,
I should use eloquent words to describe to
you
All the vast rising feelings that grew in
me
As I watched this man of the earth…
My man of the earth.
But the moment he turned and our eyes met
for the first time
Everything fell away, even the words.
He smiled a slow lazy smile and I knew...
I had gone and fallen in love with a farmer
In the middle of nowhere.
awww Jasmeen, how I love this poem <3. You write so beautifully!!
ReplyDeleteThank you,
DeleteI appreciate it! ^.^
J.