This Patch of Grass

Maybe big farm is out-
Every yard should have a garden.

Neighbors could share automated lawn maintenance bots
fresh produce not locally consumed could be itemized by tech
transferred by the same people already coming, Amazon drops and collects
and we share our modest wealth..

I have sung this before:
every state highway and road should be lined by trees
fruit bearing and nut bearing trees
we could still have farms, but this patch of grass
longs to be lovingly groomed.

This isn't just a hippy revolution ploy
it's a sustainable paradigm, utilizing tech
and reliance on each other, in a old school but new way.
We are on the front lines of a new paradigm.
We can choose how this falls out.
We can make a new, sustainable, long term paradigm.

I am, though, admittedly, a hippie.
Or at least, a want-a-be.
Is a green thumb a requirement?
I would love living on a Kibbutz.
My fear- I am unworthy-
I have nothing of value to contribute.

That thought comes from the old paradigm
We are in the midst of shedding off-
the one that promotes production and competition and no rest-
The present rest that has me facing this patch of grass.
Production, GPA, and wealth were always a poor measure
of a human being's worth.

That's not new. Others have said it, and better.
I wonder if the kids staying at home
learning remotely, and studying their own patch of grass
realize they will be the first in a long time to sit still with family.

This present isolation isn't new for me
as I have been bereft of a sense of community
for ages. (Not blaming- I am participated in my own madness.)
This patch of grass offers me solice.
Will it offer more than a cold stone with hastily written statements
obscured because, who the fuck knew me
even half as well as the grass that shared air with me.

This patch of grass is green.
I wish to share it before I sleep under it,
lovingly embraced by the earth
that always cared.