05 Can Grass Move
Wayland sat in dark silence. “That’s it? I was expected a lot more from you. Of course I agree with Kyle shooting his cheating wife. She had it coming. She’s a no good lowlife.”
Eve responded. “Answer received. Answer incorrect. Re-analysis required. Please read the following entry while I complete my re-analysis.”
I watched the screen dissolve into a a one page story called “Can Grass Move.”
The park bench was hard and unforgiving, exactly what I needed right now. I fell onto the bench and stared hard into the packed brown earth in front of me. Blades of grass poked their heads up in a vain attempt to survive. Life would trample them to death here. If only they had known to move ten feet further away, then they would have survived. If only I had known to move a few feet further ahead, then maybe I would have survived. I rolled my head back and forth in an attempt to ease my aching neck and shoulders.
When that blade of grass was a new shoot, it sprung up with all its might. “Here I am world! I’m ready! Come and see me grow!”
Oh little blade of grass, why couldn’t you see the risks and the horrors that life had in store for you just because you chose to grow up right here? Why couldn’t you see?
My life’s been a lot like that blade of grass. That was my life out of college. That was my marriage out of college. I found my job. I found my family. And I planted myself here. How do I uproot myself and move on?
Can grass move? It doesn’t have legs. It can’t float with the wind. Still, it sends runners out to plant new blades of grass. Where are the runners in my life?
I looked up and closed my eyes to the exploding heart in my chest. My hands clung on desperately to the bench. My heals dug hard into the packed earth. “Why couldn’t I see?” I pleaded with God for an answer that wouldn’t come.
Now look at that pathetic blade of grass. Pushed over by the thousands of feet that pass through this picturesque park. People see the beauty of the dogwood trees in bloom. They see the beauty of the beech and oak and maple. They see the perfect blossoms growing from the flowers. They never see that half dead piece of grass.
I live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. “No one sees my half dead life struggling to survive. No one sees me when they walk all over me. No one cares.”
The softest of voices floated over my shoulder. “I care.”
I jumped so high I fell off the bench. My cheek scraped against the half dead blade of grass and uprooted it.
I turned to look at the voice. A look of deep concerned was etched around her large brown eyes. A long braid of golden blond hair took my concerns and flowed them away from me down her back. Her large, full lips were quivering. Her hands reached past her studded jeans and black teeshirt and offered a hand to help me up.
“I care.” she repeated.
I turned to look at the uprooted blade of grass. “I guess you can walk after all. All you needed was a helping hand. It must have really hurt to get uprooted like that, but I’ll take you to a much better place.” I took the blade of grass and replanted it in the middle of the park where it would thrive. “There you go little blade of grass.”
Her voice drifted over my shoulder again. “Now it’s time for us to get replanted my love.”