I stand in a giant cement driveway-
a driveway of trials and blessings.
I look at my green hands.
Green hands.
They hold a red brick.
Oh, how heavy the brick feels to me!
Since I am just a small grasshopper,
it feels impossible for an insect like me
to carry an object such as this.
It scratches my hands, my chest, fingertips.
And the weight drags my light body
to the cold ground.
Cold ground.
Sometimes a cold ground seems terrifying,
but it is almost a comfort to me.
My eyes dart from the ground to this brick.
Darting eyes.
My body wishes with all its strength
to shatter this brick against the cement..
But the driveway is my home.
A home for a grasshopper?
Shaking green hands.
Shivering cold ground.
Raging darting eyes.
Help me hold this brick.