I walk distracted, tethered to others
Who tell me where to look, what to bypass.
I have not stopped to see the leaf of grass,
How along its edges the aphid crawls
Opening inside a minuscule hole.
Still looking up at clouds, Gods seduce me
Away from life walking below: loose, free,
Trampled under foot. I walk distracted.
In vain? No, not in vain, these small things live
In spite of Gods’ shapes demanding notice.
The midst of time drifting along aimless
And me not knowing what living I’ll see
At my fingertips when I choose to rest
Long enough to get down on one knee.