Growing Fast

“(truth is a frozen allomorph of time)” 
      —from “To the Muses, in Oklahoma” by Carter Revard (1998)

Such a thing to note in passing
over an ice-covered pond…
But, in May,
this world changes too fast
to be certain of many truths.

Yet I do know the trimmers come
before the mowing,
and the sweetgrass is all headed out
(in moist ground at the edge of our deck).

This time, I hear the roar of weed whackers
and catch them trimming by the house.

Stepping out into the sunshine,
I redirect them; for, truly,
this is not the time for cutting sweetgrass.