'Muddy Boots' by Adam Archer

I find myself on ground that gives,
Wild grass up to my waist,
From this point the green cascades,
Yet somehow feels misplaced.
I follow suit and meet new ground,
My steps meet unaged gray,
With each firm foot I’m more detached,
Into the darkling day.
With all footfalls, I miss the earth,
My eyes now meet the ground,
I scan the plain, for signs of life,
No evidence is found.
To take a step into the gray
Removes me from the green,
I shall not meet, that darkling day,
But somewhere in-between.
On ground that gives, I know my place,
I meet earth in mutual trust,
As animal upon the face,
My place on land goes undiscussed.