elephant corn

another thing about a cornfield
the way you can measure the days
as it grows so fast you hear the rustle
all summer, tiny sprouts tugged up
into stalks taller than the eye of
even the tallest elephant
till you can walk through it,
drive along its flank
become tiny in a cozy way
as if this herd feels tender towards you,
your bumbling presence tolerated
as it snuggles you close