i <br /> <br />i check on the word 'grass' <br />not in the wikipedia <br />i check that word outside <br />i step on the lawn where grass is <br />i sit upon it and lay my head upon its softness <br />the grass is cool and comforting <br />early this morning <br /> <br />ii <br /> <br />i like to check on something more concrete <br />than what the word signifies <br />the puffiness of the clouds <br />the blueness of the skies <br />the coldness of water <br />the salt of the sea <br />how the waves travel and arrive at the shore <br /> <br />i lay my body on the sand <br />open my eyes to the sky and trace the paths that clouds travel by <br />i swim to the coldness of the sea and taste with my tongue its salt <br />i touch the waves <br />i wait upon the shore and let my hours pass away <br /> <br />iii <br /> <br />this is the earth where i live <br />where i step upon <br />it is real, it is never fake <br />it is as concrete as each word signifies <br /> <br />iv <br /> <br />i speak now to You <br />Let me thank You for all these <br />I am alive.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-to-something-more-concrete/
