Originally published on Matters, June 29, 2025. Revised December 12, 2025.
SOMETIMES
When I walk Molly
Across the wide Nosehill,
I start to wonder —
How does the grass think
About the meaning of life?
Winter comes and goes,
They come and go,
Many leave unnoticed.
Yet still,
They rise and fall
Without hesitation.
Do they wonder if they’ve left something
For the world?
Maybe.
But they never seem to mind.
SOMETIMES
When I walk with my wife,
We can see the Rockies — near, yet far.
Do they care what we are doing?
I doubt it.
They simply stand there quietly,
Even as humans reshape the world.
Why should they care?
They stand regardless — keeping their snow,
Their rain,
Their stillness.
SOMETIMES
When I walk alone on Nosehill,
I begin to miss the friends I’ve lost.
I imagine them as droplets in the clouds,
Or shining leaves among the grass.
They’re just simply there —
Silent, present.
I see the sun.
I see the sky.
And I keep living my way, and trying to be honest,
To have integrity,
To love, and to be loved.
I WALK BY MYSELF
Quietly.
I hear the highway far away —
But I don’t care.
Or should I?
我独自行走在 Nosehill 上
有时候，
当我带着 Molly
走在 Nosehill 上，
我会想起一个奇怪的念头——
青草会不会思考生命的意义？
冬天一再来去，
它们一再来去，
有些甚至没被注意过。
然而，
它们依然
无畏地开放与凋落。
它们会不会想过
自己是否留给世界什么？
或许吧。
但看起来，
它们并不在乎。
有时候，
当我和妻子一起散步，
我们可以看见落基山脉——好像就在不远处。
其实，它们很远。
它们会在乎我们做些什么吗？
我不这么认为。
它们只是静静地站着，
无论人类如何破坏这个世界。
它们为何要在乎？
它们只是站着——
享受着自己的雪、
自己的雨、
自己的寂静。
有时候，
当我独自走在 Nosehill 上，
我会开始想念那些已离世的朋友。
我想象他们化成云里一滴水、
或草丛中一片闪亮的叶子。
他们就在那里——
一句话也没有。
我看得见太阳，
看得见天空。
我用自己的方式生活，努力诚实，
努力保持正直，
努力去爱，也被爱。
而我独自行走，
静静地。
远方的高速公路声传来——
但我并不在意。
或者，
我应该在意吗？