Field of Daisies

I run to the field, a trail of sunlight chasing me.

Whispering sweet melodies, the cricket strums its love song for a nearby bee. Lying here, encased in pollen, I hope they fly over and choose me. With closed eyes, my arm rises to the sky, floating gracefully. It's easy to pretend I am but a daisy.

Letting my mind escape this body, and for a moment, one softly lands on me. The delicate tip-tap of its legs and the angelic flutter of its wings. I'll stay as still as a weeping willow. My heart begins thumping loudly in my chest, begging for you to stay with every beat.

Ever so abruptly, a gust of wind strips the remaining pollen from me. Now I lie here in this field of daisies, and you decide to leave. I watch you float to the others just as quickly as you came to me. All of these beautiful daisies swaying so gently, as if it's a dance. I suppose it's silly of me to think I ever had much of a chance.

Lying in this field of daisies, yet now I notice all of the dirt, the itching, and the nearby car horn, driving me crazy. The pollen is now making me sneeze. For that, I thank the breeze. When all feels lost and a tear escapes my watering eye, out jumps a stranger no bigger than the tears I cry.

The cricket rests on my knee, tapping his foot to the beat of the rustle in the leaves. He's dancing now. I can't help but wonder, maybe his song was always for me.

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