. soft grass .

so tired that you could

fall gently onto soft grass

and sleep?

that nothing seems sensible any more,

no space exists around you?

will your legs still carry you along?

sometimes is best to stop a while,

think on the situations of others.

listen to the words of history, the stories.

then up from the lawn, to wonder.

sbm.

note –
wherewithal
ˈwɛːwɪðɔːl/

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