If you play the part you can personify any part of your desire.
Pull a bandana over your unwashed city streaked hair, ride your calm tempered bike over to the farm. Play your polite smiles with unkempt teeth; you may still make it out alright. Left alone by the farmers’ booth, placating customers to buy your unripe tomatoes and ears of corn – smoky flavored. Bustling families collect their free worms, apple cider and frustrations from pushing carriages over the gravel into the petting zoo. Why is the path made of rocks?

But as you poke fun at the chicken coop, trying to feed it a leaf to impress your partner, maybe there’s something hanging above your heads, among the missing…

Slammed apples and battered hearts. We search for togetherness yet isolate the solitary. When I was a kid I assumed the rule of don’t-stare-at-the-person-who-looks-different applied to everyone, and that I was the one having trouble mastering it. I hoped one day I’d get it down pat in order to be like the rest of the world. What a rude awakening it was to grow up and realize the crude looks on disabled individuals’ faces as they combated daily to avoid protruding glances from a mockery of feet.

Is there anyone out there, willing to look away with me?
As you make repentance by bonding with the chickens, with your future and past meal, realize how intelligent those birds are. Awaiting their meals of inedible crumbs, digging holes and occasionally squawking for amusement. Seems like they have it more together than us. As I saw it, they can exist among a harmonious chatter; and even while one naps, the others’ movements do not disturb.