Don’t have a mind like a lawn.
Well-mowed, watered twice daily –
The boring sameness – just greenness, no grass.
Its conformity you should avoid.
Grow. Like the wild ground, devouring it greening.
Twist and turn and twirl and rot and from rot revive.
Because when the streak of silver is announced
Neither vanity nor despair should mow to half
Your life thereafter.