The way a
blade of grass
dutifully sways
in the wind –
Some might
mock for its
supposed
lack of direction;
Only ever leaning
to and fro
with the whim
of the breeze –
Never once
stopping
to wonder
if its leaning
the right way.
But maybe
there is much
to be learned
from trusting
in the air –
The grass
is not haunted
with the
feeble wonts
of our
wandering
minds; – no –
Imagine
what it must
be like,
to be so free –
Never worrying
about where
to go;
Simply trusting
in your ability
to lean.