Bridget Hart

I woke up in a field!
No socks or shoes,
No phone and a potential bruise
on my left temple.

There’s no clouds, no sounds,
No visible vegetables,
No borderline hedge at all.

There’s no food or drink.
No drugs, no sex, no race, 
no rich nor poor. It’s neutral
Like my rented room walls,
With no bluetac marks.

I woke up in a field!
And there’s no one else here…