My sleeping body is a field lying fallow, <br />dark loam of flesh folded in on itself, <br />imbibing mysteries. When I rise, <br /> <br />I become a tall field of corn stalks <br />dancing under the sun, <br />waving yellow tassles. <br /> <br />I open my green arms to the hungry. <br />They receive of my hidden gold, and live, <br /> <br />and I return to lie down <br />again in the dreaming earth.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/27aug-myth-poem/
