If the earth was a farm

With large red barns
and lazy horses,
with an asleep tractor,
an arbor with the scent of sweet basil,
a narrow road through
the clovers and peevish ferns

If the earth was a sunny farm
it would be possible to run
through the shanks of maize,
become deaf, be blind, not breathe,
run to the wooden hand-rails
and behind the oak trees
interlace with you.

Translation and editing by Sheema Kalbasi and Roger Humes