Devolving Me

By sweat of the brow is the orchard tended,
Cultivated, the grains and hays.
We toil to lay the garden by,
Fighting at bay the weeds.
But the scraggly grasses and stickerbush
Thrive and flourish in spite of us,
And, at times, the undeniable becomes too much for me.
I fall to my knees,
And down on all fours,
I shed my dignity to the urge
To graze on ragged and bitter dandelion leaves.

-jenn long