The Hamlet Project

A little wisp of grass,
She is almost translucent in her green-ness.
She has shot right out of the dark of the earth
Pointing toward the sun.
She will flower soon. Her little shoots are
preparing to push forth little white blossoms.
She’s feeling the shadow of something over her.
Is it the sun passing behind a cloud?
A fox searching for a snack?
One of them passed through here a while back and almost flattened her little stalk
Just as it was beginning, but that was a long time ago, she can barely remember.
This feels like a bigger shadow somehow
And the ground is vibrating a little more as it
Spreads across the garden.
She looks up – and wonders if this is one of those
Mythical humans her friends have told her about
If maybe those are feet
If maybe those are shoes
Headed right in her direction.