Wednesday, March 28, 2018

The greenness of yesterday’s grass (Day 434)


They fantasized 
about resting 
on ancient oceans’ 
sticky surfaces,
about finding a path 
their feet would recognize 
as the way home.   
Among the fortunate few 
who could forget 
the greenness 
of yesterday’s grass, 
in the end, for this 
privilege, they were met 
with disdain, scorned 
and rebuffed, but 
they remained hopeful and 
taught their children 
to swirl through the world 
having vast adventures, 
voyages of possibility, 
and when they encountered 
their own ripples, 
swelling like waves 
to wash them 
clean away, without a trace, 
they knew that choosing 
this deafening moment 
is everything.


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Martie Swart/Flickr