I Dreamed:
When I am marvelous
The Mountain holds me up
High in the sky and all the canyons
Shallow and narrow,
Deep and wide,
Harbor my shadow;
When I am menial
The many foothills of the Mountain
Rise up
And with thundering echoes
Crash, cascading
To cover me with rock and earth,
As if to entirely eradicate my existence;
When I am merely mediocre
The Mountain cannot recognize me
For I am a blade, another green blade
Among a billion other green blades
Of grass;
So, I have written.