There are so few places left. Sanctuaries for all of life’s creatures to rejuvenate.

Now a days, children prefer to stay indoors to climbing rocks and skipping stones

drinking carbonated sugar infested calories of emptiness, that only

dry the throat and hoarse the voice.

 

Bending down to taste Nature’s sweetness: honeysuckle, take in the bright red and orange colors tucked away in the green shrubbery.

Dislodging the flower from its stem, letting the sweet dew drip to my tongue, I licking the last semblance of sugar,

letting the refreshing wave of endorphins rush through me. it is hotter than sin. Whatever that means

as sweat drips off my back: shedding the pressure of every day stress

 

there are so many beauties around me, from the pinky white overgrown yarrow

to ancient dance between salt and fresh water

as I stand in an abandoned livestock barn, wondering what animal met their fatal end

nature has taken over and reclaimed,

pungent sage fumigates and grows with no care for containment

of evading what man has taken

 

the serine trickle of water, an old rusted water pump, among the moldy hay

rotten with thyme

soothes my nerves. Refusing to remain silent or return to the city dwellers

and be herded and controlled like cattle by this addiction to fossil fuels

I will not be in line and waiting for slaughter like the rest

 

No, I am a bird: a great blue heron, long and sleek with long, thin,

brittle sticks to stand. Light grey and midnight blue blend in harmony as this majestic giant cranes it’s neck in a perfect s to over look this salty slough.

Ready to take flight and see what mysteries and wonders lie beyond the crusty

rusty routine of slaughtering souls, hopes and dreams.

 

This place, so rich with vibrant life

And overgrown plants, speaks of a time

When nature and man were one.

 

A long forgotten time. Passing through the

Winds and playing with the harding grass blades that stick up like cat tails.

Ancient song unheard