sunflower fields

 
There was a sunflower field at my great

grandparents old house. I remember those

stalks rose high in the sky, so much taller than

me, they crowded above me like pillars;

rooting me to the spot. I always admired it

from afar, but I never stepped foot in that field,

as if it was sacred ground, my feet never

moved me inside. I wonder what the reason

was; was I scared I’d get lost? I thought those

flowers would drown me. I’m older now, much

older, and not a day goes by that I don’t regret

it.