213

Day 213 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Effable meaning "something that can be put into words."

The Silo

Tall corn rests shadowed by the 

Silo 

It rests in its shade 

The corn is restless the farmer 

Ploughs through it the stalks are tossed up all in sight of the silo

The farmer rests 

A kind hand greets him passes him orange juice freshly squeezed 

He inspects the crop 

In the tall silo stacked dry and barren

There is a pause 

An effable silence 

In the line between the shade of the silo and the white light 

On the yellow stalks of corn 

There is a meeting 

It is sacred and silent 

It occurs in the shadow of the silo

There is guilt and giddiness and trepidation 

The silence is all the more chilling and exciting 

There is something being born here in shadow of the silo and it is not corn 

The farmer has neglected his work

The tractor lies barren

There is only one place he may be

But who with?