Today*

Green grass grows

Between my toes.

I feel it move,

Nothing to prove.

I hear the trees

Blowing in the breeze

The leaves whisper

Songs, and listen

To my crying.

My sighing echoes

Across my lawn.

I catch myself yawning.

As evening comes,

I go inside my house,

And change my clothes.

That’s the most

I can do

Today.

*(Written 2010-2011)