A Lone Little Wisp

I'm depleted,

dehydrated,

de-lusional,

maybe,

but too

much rooted

in reality

for that

to be the

truth.

This whole

World

is the Garden

growing,

the forces

hacking,

the detritus

raining,

And who am

I to look

to You

but a lone

little wisp

of grass,

blade

thrust

and waving,

white flagging

all I can't

control?