We

we are messy
we are miraculous
we are surficial
we are deep
we are naïve
we are adept
we are vivacious
we are stoic
we are empty
we are full
we are within
we are without
we are fearful
we are undaunted
we are faceless
we are heroes
we are robust
we are fragile
we are poetry
we are prose
we are still
we are moving
we are living
we are dying
we are we
as we are

Void

these grasses i step on
hybrids of green and brown
a little soft
a little rough
i leave them crushed
as i walk in my garden

i consume a portion
of the slowly moving air
embodying void
but as i proceed forward,
the parted air
entangles on my back

the grasses that were
relentlessly crushed
oppose my plot,
regain their stance,
the void that i embodied
is no more a void