Re-Creation, Naomi Shihab Nye - "Valentine for Ernest"
Because the grass grows tall here
And cuts our ankles
We run faster
And fall down
Foothills, faster into dirt
Into Mud
We run and gasp at treetops
At spirits
At the ever-decending sky
And when the forest
Consumes us
We will meet at half past
Every whisper
And run until these spirits leave us
And we are left gasping
Only for breath.
When we lay side by side
Shoulder and ear deep
In dirt
I'll let the words consume me
Because the grass grows tall here.