Nothing to Defend

Smart people are sure

because they know

that surety, sometimes, smarts

 

A grain of rice

might fill, in time,

an entire paddy field

 

The blind touch rice

for their eyes, see,

their fingers, know

 

A grain has no castle

no ramparts, high

simply it is, grain

 

No fence, nor barricade

even an open palm

cannot enclose it

 

For it is so very small

and no angry fist

can it, tightly grip.

 

It pretends not

to the four of winds,

no husks anymore

 

It says simply

pierce me because,

I am not here

 

I have no point

upon which to stand

oh, so very, defiant

 

I am a grain

I am nothing

and yet, I am a beginning.