What name can be given
to soul hunger for nature,
for bodily starvation of slow rhythms ancient
Waking, sleeping, sunrise, moonset,
even in the most stricken times we can find ourselves there
part of the ever-larger cosmos,
not pinned tight to trivia and misbehaviors.
skin suffers thirst for soil-
this hard concrete place rebounding with noise
can’t feed what does not eat the civilized.
Sit down with me, here,
let’s break sidewalk together,
chip away until earth smiles again at sky-
silent seeds await their patient growth into trees.