Mowing the Lawn
He told me, once, that his
Father mows the lawn as often as
twice a week.
"If it's tall enough to
blow in the breeze, son, it's
too damn tall."
When he said that, I smiled.
Because it seemed so
ludicrous.
But what if that's how he
holds his
world together?
What if the grass carries a
significance greater than
vegetation?
And so what if it's a
little bit crazy?
We all are, after all.
Some of us are just more
visible about
it than
others.