I watched you tear the Hosta stems on purpose
And told you that you were throwing your power
Away.

I said that in violence we cast aside our strength
And told you that in restraint and reverence our
power grows.

You asked about running on the grass and I
Said the grass likes that and in harmony the
Grass gives you its power.

You went tearing off through the Hostas and
Avoided every patch of grass wearing your
Weakness like a badge of honor.

You came and sat beside me and put your head on
My shoulder. I could feel your breathing and your
Heart beat slowing down.

I said nothing but moved a little closer and put
My arm around you. Your strength and mine pressed
Together like a bare foot on soft summer grass.

06/29/2006

Posted on 05/04/2015
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