Sometimes,
More often than not,
I sit and stare at the blend of life
Fixed firmly,
Faultlessly
In the black soil,
Leaving wafts of wavering stillness
That is minerals joined with moisture,
The moisture from the rain
That falls.
It seems rather often,
That I catch myself in awe
When observing the spherical
Atmosphere
That surrounds us silently,
Serving as a shield from the unknown,
The precarious,
And the other-worldly.
It’s almost as if after living
And living,
Day
After day,
Looking into the sky becomes
Like looking at a flat surface.
I can’t help but remind myself
Of the wonder that lies
Behind living within
Such a rotund
And defensive,
And beautiful
Shelter.
In this, I feel lacking.
Why could not I be part of this cycle,
Not part of a race that destroys
And creates where creating is not needed.
Why could not I
Be part of this unity
Between every living thing,
Not left alone
While couples thrive on the company
Of one another.
Until the answer to that
Presents itself
Comprehensible,
I’ll catch myself in admiration
Once more,
Of the life that I should have come about as.
Until I am cohesive
With the sentiment
Of another,
I can simply sulk
And stay a while.
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