Distraction

I am a blade of grass
Shivering in the wind of
Awareness that swirls forth
From quiet contemplation.

My days are confused, and
I pump in activity to keep
Them from deflating.

Motion shall save our souls,
Shall deliver us from the
Edge
Of a dispassionate,
And undiscriminating
Ledge.

...

Time gushes forward with gruesome
Haste, and
I avert my eyes politely.