Drop of Blood On a Blade of Grass

A drop of blood on a blade
of grass
I began to panic as
badly as the ants that scattered
shaken by it's thud
ruining their morning's labor.

I checked my nose.
I checked my head from
the branch I grazed 3 steps back.

My cheek. It was from my eye!
I wiped my hand across my face
a smear of red followed
wet iron filled my nostrils..

My heart raced causing alarm
the blood will pump faster
I will bleed more
I anticipated the end.

I wanted my mother
I prayed to God
I hugged the tree that stood near me
asking for rooted strength.

Believing that rough bark may
hold my body up
as I slip away into a paradise
even though I preferred this maudlin ball.

I bartered and swore I
would use the things I saved for better times.
I would scuff myself up proper
and not preserve myself for brittle age.

Broken glasses will be cleaned with joy
horrid weather will be embraced
every spider rescued
every mouth kissed unapologetically.

No! The plan is not to be a rake!
But to embraces sweet tides
Love this tree. Love that road.
Adore the simplest things.

Not to destroy to prove life
but garden and grow unbroken
to breathe life into birth
nurture devastation.

I can protect and serve
feed the starved souls sinking empty dollars
into careless pockets
and awaken them while waking me!

Yes! I will be a champion!
If only I can live lush and green.
Praising pioneering stairways
climbing upward eagerly.

Just let me live!

It wasn't until I looked up at the sky
to see the red rain falling that
I realized
the blood wasn't mine.

Soaked in cloudy tears, mine and it's
I stumbled back home
and with the closing of my front door
hope my promises aren't lost
with the lock of the door.