and chasing truth
i came upon
a wild field
in spring
where pollen floated down
from high up, ushered by the wind
and on my shoulders, sleeves and nose
i felt the yellow powder grow
and all day down the road
as i lazily strode home
sweet odours from the field
in spring
rose headily from my travelling things
and while their smiles were in passing,
brief and barely seen,
they compelled me to forget
my chase and see a trait
with eyes now chaste
and truth no longer stood upright
as my wanderings guiding light
instead i bathed in beings glow
and present, watched seedlings grow