After Van Gogh’s Wheatfield with Crows and The Harvest
Crows crowd the horizon Bleeding onto the canvas In curves of inky black—
In a scythe, in a comma Indicating a pause and
A procession, though not Quite an ending—
In a Rorschach test that reads Reads where will you go From here, there is nowhere To go from here.
Home is on a different Horizon.
Across the way, a farmer Burrows about in the foliage In that insistent way that Little clouds grow on trees.
Every ladder he has ever owned Leads nowhere. Up, not away.
My god, there is so much yellow.
(c) 2020 Nooshin Ghanbari
Nooshin Ghanbari is a 2018 UT Austin graduate with degrees in Plan II Honors and English, and currently serves as communications director at St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church. When she isn’t writing, teaching, or singing, you can find her playing with her three-legged dog, Marigold.