Moss

I love everything about moss. All senses give it 5 thumbs up.

I took this photo in Maine where the moss is more than ankle deep.                           

 
                            Moss

                The time has come
                   to discuss moss.
     It has been postponed too long
        but can be ignored no more.

                   There is a place
                   where the moss
            is more than ankle deep,
             if you are lucky enough
                      to sink so far.
        Barefoot, your feet thank you, 
               singing your praises
                   from the bottom 
                     of their souls.

               You tread silently as
   your tracks slowly rise behind you
               and the moss returns
             to the shape it has held
                  for a million years.

                 Sink to your knees,
                       as in prayer.
            Lay upon your stomach,
                   triceps at home,
        elbows never had it so good.
      Because of long acquaintance,
        your chin trusts your elbows
             and might bury itself as
      softness is so very welcoming.

                 You might not stop
               at your chin because
                your nose demands
                      a closer look.
                       It may start
                   with a short sniff
             but that will not suffice.
                 A breath will begin
                 deep in your chest
                which, coincidently,
                is deep in the moss.
                     It may feel like 
               that breath you took
                   when your lungs
                   were brand new.

                    Your eyes feast
                      on the green
                     all around you,
              in this world of whorls,
             endless lace and lattice.
                    Like moss itself,
           you take your sustenance
                      from the air.

                  After a day spent 
                    in the company
              of this verdant royalty,
                    it is clear to me
                   that there will be
         no pavement in my Heaven.