Fallow Fields, Fading Fields

A Poem

Jenny Justice
Sep 8 · 2 min read
Photo by Dominique Knobben on Unsplash

It’s fading,
the things we do
the words we write

the inspiration
behind it all:
be internally motivated,

not externally motivated,
they say, who are they?
Those who have it all, perhaps?

Oh Society!
Must every field and attempt and effort
End up the same, again and again?

The struggles of struggle time,
the planting seeds nonstop only
to see birds have come

swooped down, eaten them all,
nothing will grow now. Give it a rest.
We start again.

We are forever starting again.
We nap on couches we nap in beds we nap in baths,
we wake up and start again.

It’s fall, it’s winter, it’s whatever it is,
this season was supposed to produce
we were supposed to reap,

maybe it’s just that whatever we find,
one little plant, a weed of course, survived, but
we’ve made it so that it is not enough.

We push and push and want it all,
and we don’t think about the benefit to the birds
and how we made them happy, right?

They ate, they took, they left full.
We gaze out the window, we gaze at the ground,
we are forever starting again, starting again, right now


Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Parenting, Reading, Education, Books, Racism, Feminism and Climate Change, so far. You can follow her poetry at Justice Poetic.

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