'The Hay Has Turned' Poem by Marty McKenna

the hay is turned
in the fields as i sway
with the engine block,
turning over, at speed.

the autumn storm is close
as the clock nears five
on a slow day. i take my pill
early, earnestly, as the drive
lifts me from rhyme, rhythm.

it's the same dark
i'll go to work in tomorrow.

long gone now
are the days when i paced
that floor. i have no thirst

on me, no want for company,
no pull of pleasure as
stop after stop
wheels spin on; surrounded,
i pass my time with your poems.

first published by 'dreich'
appears in the chapbook 'silent stigma, loud leaf'