Walt's Folly

I fell into these riches
Sharp and green
As I roll and wonder
At the sky
I rolled over
I stared
For ages
At this one blade
And questioned
The sky
Why so blue
How so green
Yellow bees
Assaulting me
Brown bark
Shielding those
Naked trees
Away from me
For naked plants
I do not care
But look at me now
And I know
You’ll stare
Howling thunder
Is what we'll call it
Dragging your mind
As fast as
You can haul it
How'd you get here
How fast did you do it
Ants are being antsi
Almost blew it
Bending back
Thrusting knees
Swift motion to stand
Just to watch you pass
Frolic
Breathe the meadow air
That one blade of grass
Was but
Imaginary
Wistful like glass
Stained
with nicotine
yellowed but
still clear

© Tim Whalen