Wrapped in the complications of modern life,
I seek to break the surface of this suffocating miasma.
Where can I turn to find a lip or ledge to push up from,
My soul burns with frustration to find a way up.
Turn my thoughts away from each troubling siren call,
I reach for the only thing that still makes sense: verdure.
With sweeping arms of living things Nature herself pulls at my spirit,
Taking me away from this quagmire of the human mind.
I breathe fresh mountain air,
Whispered from infinite leaves.
Clarity is a knife’s edge drawn over living wet stone,
Sharpening each sense of this dulled mind.
Between root and acorn this world speaks to me,
Filling in my shaded gaps and cracks that run too deep.
Let me lift ears to the sounds of bird song and river running strong,
Oh what joy is firm soil beneath my body!
Dig in with these weathered parts,
That I may bath in crystal spring currents.
And now I see my place here between Earth below and stars above,
Upon this gossamer biosphere.
More than anger, fear, or despair is my heart,
Let me hold firm against cruel and ignorant undertows,
That I may fill others with this new found peace and virtue.
Are we not all children of this blessed earth,
Evolving to better our own original design?
Now I stand above that foul quagmire imbued with living verdancy,
Bolstering up those who are trying to escape to this higher earthly ground.
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.