Vastness....1

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The blade of grass
wants to know
where I am and 
What I am.
The breeze speaks 
to me cajoling
to hold on
to the garments
that would protect
me from the elements
When that vastness 
envelopes me
I look at the blade of grass
bare, naked and joyous
in that moment
not clutching time
like I have been.
I fling myself 
to the vastness.