Sprout of grass

who would care
for a sprout of grass you sowed in the morning
it’s been raining all day and now
i am stroking your hair
you’re falling asleep
you‘re dreaming about

the tension in the tiny shell
the humid swelling
and it‘s sudden rupture
that sets the tip of the plant
on it‘s way to the sun

you can almost see the cells
cooking their stuff but the mind
oh, the mind
is so much better then a microscope
or the eye

you can picture several scales of the plant
subliming from the air around so I
take the best care I can of this sprout
and nurse it on your skin

this first crack of a dream