We all have 'obligations in the grass' and the lucky among us honor the appointment. |
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Obligation in the GrassThe park is calling, an appointmentmust be kept Can’t be put off A call not taken over lunch, between errands or in the face of some demand Emergencies take precedence Shove back from the work Put off the afternoon Lie in the grass, sun on your face, Eyes closed, unraveling, all the raveled pieces of yourself Let a thought creep through all that warmth A loose thread, picked at until it falls away The fabric drops in piles at your feet Don’t reach to pick them up They’re all well gone The thread’s the thing to follow, drifting on the mind, as warm as sun and grass Simple . . . simpler yet Less is more, the legacy of Mies and God is in the details More permanent than buildings, the structure of a thought Leave it alone and let it run See where it leads and why No bird dog’s worth a damn when caged or leashed, but running free, upwind, nose against the earth of thought Coveys of understanding lay hidden in this grass Huddled, thinking you won’t see Afraid to fly My book is filled with obligations in the grass Time alone to pull at threads, following the hounds of thought Yours may be too There are no better things to do with life than lie down with it, a lover in the field that knows your every need and just wants time |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |