You were sitting in the tall grass thinking about God.
Gazing up, staring into the sun
wondering why all these things were made for you.
You looked away and saw spots.
Didn’t cry, but felt a raindrop.
It made your skin melt.
You peered up as the breeze blew
and for miles and miles you could see the grasses,
coaxed from their stillness against the blue sky,
swaying like they were born to do this.
Too heavy to be lifted, your eyes began to close
to dream of a time when you never have to go home.
So you lay down
and keep quiet,
and stay hidden in the tall grass.