Filthy and fluttering

One single blade of grass has its own set of roots
deep down below
where it intermingles and interlocks
with all the other root systems

I know this because I’ve been pulling at them all weekend
Hands filthy
Heart fluttering
My garden is my safe place
away from intrusive thoughts and concerns about who I am
and where I am going

I’m rooted
Reminded that I’m right where I am supposed to be
There’s no more important place I need to be
but here taking care of this tiny plot of earth, a little spec

The untrained soul might assume it would be meaningless to spend an entire weekend tending to it
But I feel healthier and more whole when I am here

I cut down the tall grasses that kept bunnies safe over the winter
I think about planting butterfly weed because the monarchs are struggling
I wonder if my cat, Mia, will enjoy watching the birds and squirrels
I realize we’re all little blades of grass swaying along
Fragile, at first glance
Yet we’re all so very complex deep down below

We keep on trying
despite ourselves
Like the grass
we don’t know exactly when we will emerge
but we do know the direction we must keep pushing towards