The Field

I lay my camera on the grass
at the edge of a field, walk
to the middle of the field, smile

then walk to my camera and snap a picture
of the field where I had stood smiling.
When my friends ask

why I took a picture of an empty field
I will tell them that is where
I stood smiling, in the middle of the field.

When they fail to understand
I will ask them why they ask
why I took a picture of a field,

what is empty about a field
one has smiled upon, what is missing
in them that sees only an empty field.

-- by Robert Funge
(Used without permission but with enormous gratitude & h/t to Cathy & Wendy for introducing me to this exquisite poem).