… just off in the distance
smoothing land for something new.
I wish to stay in the silence
in this world we call our home,
knowing full well in an hour I’ll be stuck
again in my phone.
This earth is real,
hard with nutrients,
yet I have to return to numbers and screens
imagining that will leave a dent
in some way other than
on energy ill spent.
I keep thinking I hear voices,
hopefully the workers not far off
and not an overactive imagiation
that captures me when
others carry on with their individual burdens.
I shouldn’t be bothered
by being shouldered off,
ghosted, pushed off to another time,
when I do that often to myself.
But I honestly do try to return to reality
more often than not.
how else will I return to my body,
remember I have wants and needs,
when I let myself get messy
and lost in marshy reeds.