Sunday, March 25, 2012

Visions in the Backyard

Week 12

Visions in the Backyard


1.   Empathy, they say, soothes the hurts.

2.   Have you thought the life of a blade of grass? O, the rose
…it gets lots or attention.

3.   What of the lawnmower blade that cuts the blade?

4.   Were it to breathe, it would merely sigh at the question.

5.   How do you feel when you’re seen for who you are?

6.   Never mind that we’re visible; are we seen?

7.   And yes, we must ask, are we seeable?


I’m leaning sunward slightly,
just doing my job, one of a
million billion blades of grass,
maybe more, in the backyard
of this family. I’m not standing

tall as I was yesterday because the
dad mowed the lawn, as he put it,
and lopped off my top. This afternoon,
though, the young boy in the house is
stretched out on his stomach on us,

looking at our numbers intently. He’s
gliding his palm softly over our chopped
tops. Oh, now he’s pushed back a clump
of us and seems to be taking a special
interest in me. He grabs me between his

thumb and forefinger and yanks me out from my
            root. He places my white base into his mouth,
            sucks on it, rolls it around his tongue; tastes
            something sweet about me. He rolls over
            on his back, closes his eyes,

basks in the warm sun, and keeps my company.
            Then his mother calls him in. He stands,
            lifts me out of his mouth, flips me to the
            ground, and then goes in. In a couple of
days I’ll be dried and withered and

go my way. No matter. I’ve done my job. I ask, not idly,
            would you like to know my supreme joy, having
            reached my full stature, and stood proudly in
            many suns?   Merely this: Having been seen—
            really seen—by this sweet boy.

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