A single foot disturbs
the grass blades.
Rain comes and is
replaced by the sun;
The blades spring
back, forgetting their disruption.
The rain and the
sun will come again.
The birds above
and the worms below
Will never see
that the blades were trod upon.
More steps. More
Steps. More Steps.
The blades doesn’t
bounce back
The rain still
falls. The sun still shines.
The blades become
the dirt.
The root dies. New
rain
Only makes mud.
Sun dries it to hard-pack.
But this story is
not about the blade.
It is the foot and
the walker
Going through the
grass in the sun.
Making a path
where the grass
Once grew. Making
a path that grows
Ever deeper with
each pass.
Every year as I walk
to your embrace
Deep in your arms,
that path grows deeper
As does my love
for you.