In the field

Awakening
Flat on the stomach,
far out on a field,
recently ploughed
It is dark.

See nothing
Know nothing
Why here?
Only cold wet clay
at a naked chin.

Slowly raising the head
Allow the eyes to see
over the nearby ridge of soil.
Do not see anything,
nothing what so ever.

Detecting slowly
Field disappearing into darkness

Far away
the edge of a forest
Black silhouettes of pine
hardly discernible
from a dark blue sky.
Soon night will enfold us.