Wednesday, June 18, 2008

meadow

the grass is a bed
of razors. you may

have difficulty seeing
from one end of the field

to the other without
harming your vision. yet

within this dense mat
of defenses—look close—you

will see wildflowers
push softly and persistently

through, reaching for
the light. their deep yellow

and violet blooms
are a refuge for small

hapless beings. lie down
in this meadow crushing

sharp blades of grass and
pungent herbs. breathe

their intoxicating scent
and look straight

up into the sky. if you
discover a secret world there

your life will never be
the same again.


Rachel Westfall
June 18, 2008

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