Green grass

Caught between a rock and a ledge
lichen
moss
dank
I am caught between life and death
and resurrection on a day yet undecided
threatening to infect
spread wild
spores of nothing
germinating
I am the nothingness
of life—
Oh how I wish I was
the perfect green
blades of grass
so carefully tended too
sown with love
rain sweet
water and
nurture in the light
in the sun
feeding life
into life
for life
spreading spreading
constant