play

play
pray
create all day
how did my being
stray so
far away
from what I was built to do?
the Earth beckons me back
her quiet tendrils
reaching out
reminding me to wander
to hum and sing and collect,
dream and wonder,
to write and paint
external expressions attempting
to approximate my inner life
I feel a oneness
my cells vibrating in tune with
the air sticks sea moss,
endless endless elements
the ones organized into “me”
here and gone in no time at all