The Other Side of the Meadow

I see 

the other side of the meadow

through tick-infested tall grass,

swarming with mosquitoes,

riddled with burs,

beyond hoards of poison ivy, 

perilous. 

I am unprepared

using safety scissors to

wade through weeds,

grass grazes my skin

slicing through it like it's jelly.

Maybe, it is 

and I am going to melt 

into a sticky strawberry puddle

and become a meal for the ants.