The Train, a Train in a Parking Lot, Across a Field

The Beaches of Agnes says that if we opened up people's bodies, we would find landscapes inside. If you opened my body, she says, you would find beaches in me. Having crossed the field with its rolls of hay, I've come to some other place where the grass looks like a sea. The wind moves through the grasses and I move through them too. Other things surround me too: plastic netting, purple thistle, milkweed gone to seed.