Argument by Sue Sinclair

The fields look empty, 
landing strips for light.
Primed for plurality, for excess, 
we beg for more, hungry
for the shiver of light and dark.
It’s what the world teaches: 
a hundred excuses
for beauty, our minds oiled
with gorgeousness, the fields
not really empty
but so full they seem so: 
wheat rustles on wheat.

~ from Mortal Arguments (Brick Books, 2007)