On Connection and Nature

On Connection and Nature

I remembered myself steeped in grass:

Long strands tying me to soil,

Coiling around with undying breath;

            I remember feeling blessed.

Joyous was the green, tussled with wind,

And we saw time in billowing clouds,

Their walls yielding politely to their weight.

            -- “It’s going to rain,” you whispered

            Whilst nearby a squirrel careened between trees.

            -- “I know.”

Still I’m still, bound to the fresh smell of earth,

The knell of bright turf, beneath biology,

Persuading me to stay and mourn happily.

I sink my hand deeply below,

            Though only tips find root,

And feel through soil the slightest shift,

            Of a living no life could refute.