Within a Blade of Grass

Within a Blade of Grass

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

Each blade of grass,

singular, individual,

born of the same substance,

connected yet alone.

Bending, twisting,

leaning in its own intrinsic path,

driven by its state of being,

the laws that govern life.

People see grass,

a bed on which to lie;

I see a billion lives,

bound by nutrients

and the loving hand of nature,

a billion forces, equations,

creating a simple bed of green.

My mind falls into the depths of life within,

churning and bubbling chemical reactions,

bustling cells, multiplying in growth,

the sound of it,

like moaning old wood,

squeezing a head through

the taut passage of birth.

Grass becomes a symphony of sound,

a crescendo, ebbing, building,

as blades yearn toward the beckoning sun.

This, all of this, humming,

a constant surging of life,

surrounding me,

underfoot, above, ahead, behind.

I am surrounded

by the mechanics of a miracle,

too broad, too deep to overlook,

too complex to understand,

I am humbled and stand wanting,

a vacuous, self-absorbed creature,

caught in the mundane mutterings

of ineptitude.

The miracle stands before us,

and we in arrogance

tend our greed ,

without consideration.

When all is revealed

in a blade of grass.