innocuous

she’s 

ruminating 

summarizing 

suffering,

mining her mind

and on the tip 

of the 

top 

of a hill 

it 

stands optimistic and in itself

self-assured

and alone

i don’t know where it gained its strength 

or how strands of ripped hairs re-gain their lengths

but i am here many times, with them, and

vailing behind 

two vitreously liminal and portal-like screens

i am also clearly hearing between 

two listening things

what if a blade of grass felt unnecessary? 

what if a sweet young girl

happy and without strict direction

was told her thoughts were only unreasonably?

a blade of grass, on the top of a hill 

a sweet girl, braving the tip of her world

held together as one unit in a loving windy whirl 

in all its glory

a drop of dew 

on a blade of grass is sparkling

reflecting someone, a

valiant and prudent one

exploring her life’s peripheries  

all revel in humble grace and prominence 

this hill, this girl, this blade of grass

innocuous 

positioned together so perfectly

juxtaposed to recognize their own presence astonishingly

the world’s whole worth and awe all mirrored 

in a kaleidoscopic dew of beaming loving lightening  

there is no one around to say to stop pondering 

please don’t mow the grass tomorrow morning