Poeming Friday


going nowhere

who asks the grass, "what do you do?"
who asks the moon, "what do you hope to accomplish?"
who berates the stars for not living up to their potential?

and what makes us so different
from grass and moon and stars?

the same atoms rise and fall in your eyes,
as those that burn in the stars
and reflect in the moonlight
that falls on the grass as it grows
and dies, and grows again.