The Field Outside My House

The field outside my house is home to a flock of pigeons.
The field outside my house feels the shiver of the train a hundred metres below its feet.
The field outside my house has metal bones.
The field outside my house is wilting from a lack of rain.
The field outside my house hosts amateur football games on weekends.
The field outside my house is hemmed in on all four sides.
The field outside my house dreams of bigger things.

The field outside my house plans to move to the city and become a shopping mall.
The field outside my house can almost feel the feet of the masses pattering.
The field outside my house realises its just the pigeons again.

The field outside my house has few worldly possessions.
The field outside my house hasn’t had flowers for over a year.
The field outside my house doesn’t even have a tree.
The field outside my house is probably more comfortable than other fields.
The field outside my house says that cannot be possible, it’s so small and uneven.
The field outside my house is just fishing for compliments.
The field outside my house can do great things just by being there.

The field outside my house wishes it were a mansion, or at least a semi-d.
The field outside my house wants to be gilded and adorned with the money of a powerful family.
The field outside my house has a well-worn path that people walk on to get to the bus stop.
The field outside my house would prefer it to be concreted over for convenience’s sake.
The field outside my house anticipates the dew before it sleeps.

The field outside my house believes in the one true God.
The field outside my house knows it is made of dust, after all.
The field outside my house probably doesn’t want to be a church though.
The field outside my house needs its pigeons more than they need it.
The field outside my house set up a revenue sharing agreement with them ages ago.
The field outside my house insisted on droppings of a certain nutritional quality.

The field outside my house thinks irrigation is unnatural.
The field outside my house wonders when it can cause rain to fall on command.
The field outside my house decides that to be a tropical jungle is what’s best.
The field outside my house prefers to have many children.
The field outside my house is having unnatural thoughts again.
The field outside my house wants to make friends with other empty plots of land.

The field outside my house is living in quiet desperation.
The field outside my house waits for a miracle.
The field outside my house just wants to get back to its roots.