the dirt beneath green blades
reaches out to catch me,
cradling me as mother's arms;
slowing the rhythm of a racing
heart - trying to make it
in a world gone mad.
the blades tickle my neck
cooling my rages,
providing a sweet pillow
as I gaze up at a soft,
blue sky full of fat silver clouds
moving at their ease across my vision.
in this moment I am close to her;
she reminds me I am small,
stripping me of my cares
for I will come back to her soon.
