The Effectiveness of Grass
Upon your feet
Published in
Dec 13, 2020
I think the Earth has found me,
though I didn’t realize
I was so lost.
Green grass tickling my feet,
hard soled heavy shoes
forgot, now tossed.
I bent knees, hips, torso straight, so low,
just to jump as high as I can,
so high I needn’t land.
Hop into orbit,
zooming round and round,
look at Space around me.
No one makes a sound.
Earth below attracts me,
gravity feels like sex.
I’m nuttier than a nut-hood nut,
arms outstretched and flexed,
Breathing Space itself,
friend to satellites in orbit,
lazy, weightless, stateless.
Wow, this is the life!
Joy unbound
and gateless,
forgetting all that strife.
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You don’t need to go
into orbit, though.
That really is a stretch.
Just unbundle your hard hard shoes,
and let your feet be blessed.
