The wheat is gone The wheat is wildflower now Purple vetch and poppy Where the tractor used to plow I lay my pack down In a house without a roof The sky becomes my ceiling And the stars become my proof That something still keeps turning Though the ones who turned it left The earth remembers planting Even after all this theft The soil smells like promise The soil smells like rain And I have walked so far from water I have almost learned its name Fallow Fallow Let the field forget its purpose Let the ground lie still Fallow Fallow I am resting in the ruins Of someone else's will A spider builds between The window and the vine She does not mourn the glass She makes the empty space her shrine I watch the sunset gild These broken walls to gold And wonder if destruction Is just beauty growing old Fallow Fallow Let the field forget its purpose Let the ground lie still Fallow Fallow I am resting in the ruins Of someone else's will Maybe I have been a field Planted and abandoned Harvested and left Maybe fallow is not empty Maybe fallow is What comes before The next good thing takes root Fallow Fallow
