Walks Through the Grass: On Our 9th Anniversary

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.