Pampas Grass

This blade of pampas grass – I know
it as a blade because it cut me deeply,
drew blood, and the wound, bandaged,
                                    stung for weeks –

this blade – tasseled, golden, waving
in a late fall breeze so strangely warm
as to draw suspicion something may
                                    be off here –

this blade is very nearly nothing, the
spaces between the elements of its
substance being so vast as to throw
                                    all into question.