The Power of Mow

I confess
I get an incredible amount of pleasure
From mowing grass!

It is hard
To think of a more absurd thing to do
Here where grass has made everything
Just like it has everywhere
But I do it yes I do
And many more things equally absurd

It is joyous
To see it flick and fly
And to press down on Mother Earth,
Glide and push over it,
Feel the carpet of grass
Underneath the feet
Soft and springy
Always there
To hold you when you cry desperately

Forgive me Mother Earth
I am after all fully absurd
In my disconnected, isolated, blind state
Like a big joke to You
A joke with a manual mower
May be it works for both of us after all?