I am a tall grass,
once green, now brown.
My roots tell me new grasses are eager, surging.
I can’t quite see if they are surfacing yet.
My sight isn’t what it used to be,
and I don’t know the current memes.
So I enjoy just standing and waving in the wind,
my seed long since scattered,
at peace,
in my place,
with my companions,
waving in the Spirit wind.