A Gray Haze Over The Rice Fields

When I read this poem I thought it was written directly for me, because if i look back on when i did live in Ohio that is how i feel. I used to live with my grandma in the middle of nowhere in Ohio. I would always look beyond the fields and our long road to the city. My grandma was always a bitter lady, although she is still with me unlike the poem, i feel the same pain now that i am away from her. My mom was around, but probably not as much as she wished, so "the soft dampness of my tears when my mother didn't notice me..." also kind of matched my life. This poem to me was just a young girls cry to a past life that she missed, she missed the people and the place. She was having trouble letting go of her childhood but knew she had too in order to continue living. I think that Jayanta did a good job of writing this poem and had a creative way of putting all of the words together.