Disconnect- Michael Erickson


flashing lights, slamming doors, honking, yelling, saws running, drills cracking concrete, exhaust thrumming from tailpipes, people jostling against one another, spaces filled with things, towering buildings, phones ringing, beeping notifications, vibrating messages, words tumbling from mouths speakers microphones, obligations that pull, responsibilities that push, attention divided, regrets made, promises kept, secrets confided, stress shared, overwhelming tasks, reminders that bind

They end here.

Wash these cobwebs from my body with water touched by light.

Plant my feet in rich dark earth.

Let me grow where the power lines end and the unending world begins.

Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

2 thoughts on “Disconnect- Michael Erickson

  1. Fantastic poem, Michael one that speaks to the Romantic in me, fed up with the trappings and noise of modernity and lonnng for spiritual rebirth in Nature. How ironic that we share and connect to one another in this virtual cafe. Wonderful that we have, but ironic no less. Thank you for sharing, Barista! — Stephen


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