I've spent my life in cities
but my soul is in the soil,
under the concrete,
ready to open up and breathe.
My roots graze the surface
of the concrete
like a strangler fig,
never finding stillness
until it finds open soil,
there it can grow.
The one star in the polluted sky at night,
Jupiter and I draw one another in to the past
when we danced
before Earth was Earth,
reunited with
family
once again
in the deep dark desert sky.
My skin became concrete
from so many years
in the city.
My soul sneaks out the window
of my nose
in the forest
to party with
the terpenes
once seen as but timber.
We meet in the forest and remember
the wild part of us
that will be never captured.
It lives on the wind.
It invades the city
with
raindrop paratroopers
coating our casas
at night
and impregnating our dreams
with wilderness.
It blows in between
dust particles and diesel fumes
to tickle our wild side.
To survive their entrapment
and divorce from the horizon
eyes are capped with screens
to temporarily pause the wildness.
But it cannot be stopped.
It is in each breath
you take
and take it shall
you
to where your wilderness lies.
Beyond the lies
you tell yourself.
One step.
One choice.
You are one breath
from connected
and
yet connected to
the whole cosmic soup
in every breath, drink, poop or
reflection of light.
The entire universe of light
is reflecting differently
because you are here.
Love it fully
and
shine that light back out
into your cosmos.
