Watch The Grass Grow

If it were merely a choice
between mowing lawns or
watching grass grow you
wouldn’t second guess

Knowing as you do a
free-from-structure thinking
blessed by instinct to
baroque self-expression

But there are limits: first
you’ll obey neat and tidy
lines traced like ages of
neatly crafted words

Those classical rows of
calligraphy dressed to
satisfy an ornate taste
in lawn manicure

You’ll mow if only so
there’s peace of mind
to sit back, relax and
watch the grass grow
© 16 January 2009, I. D. Carswell