Mist rises amongst the rain
As if the river is smoking from below.
Bubbling, a caldera
Straight from the core of the earth herself
Rising and giving way
Only to be eaten by the long stretching
Grey stratus clouds-
Do you hear the ancient ways calling?
Gatorade bottle and flesh encased in Styrafoam
Plastic wrapped packages
Lay strewn across our beaches
Yet we can go catch our food and taste freedom
In that same sea which we are forced to pollute
Because we don't have the luxury to break free
From this fossil fuel based economy
Our ancestral knowledge of place
So many links, so much wisdom
Born into the glittering world
Here we are left
Picking up strands of pearls
Yet with eyes so fogged
We can barely make out what they truly are
Shall we find their preciousness?
Products of sand gritting against tender flesh
Why have we so vehemently rejected the cosmic contract?
Eat and you shall be eaten.
Humble yourself child.
As if it were possible to be anything
Other than the
Stardust you are
Let your skin rip open as you howl at the moon in broad daylight-
Look down and gaze at the swirling cosmos within you
Don't you see those same stars are always around you
Don't be tricked by the brightness
Of sun and daylight
The moon she is perpetually rising
Right there beyond the thin blue line
Swirling in inky blackness
To be anything other than that wild void
Is just an illusion