Skyward

Posted on February 26, 2015 by anotherwarriorpoet

I walk in-between the rows

Careful as I brush them not to

Topple the stalks, as the sun

Beats down I stop and turn

My face skyward, too.

How and why, it makes

Little sense to me as I lead

The patrol, a city of refineries

In the distance back-lit by

The sun; the Zardak Mountains

Ringing us far, far in the distance.

And as we exit the field I

Still think how and why

This field of sunflowers

Lives here; one beautiful wave

In a sea of ugly.

About anotherwarriorpoet

Mathew Bocian served as a Captain in the United States Army with the Stryker Brigade and was deployed to Mosul and Tal'Afar in 2004 - 2005, and to Baghdad for The Surge in 2007 - 2008. He left the Army in 2012 and now uses his poetry as a way to heal from the traumas of war, while attempting to express to readers the realities of war. He is the recipient of the Bronze Star and Purple Heart, and holds a master's from the Graduate School for Public and International Affairs at the University of Pittsburgh.

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