I need trees and flowers,
and a hike into deep, deep woods
to remind me how to be alive.
I want the world opened up.
I need stars. need quiet dark.
need air. need soil. need sun to
shimmer against blue, blue water.
need crickets to sing me to sleep.
need to lose myself in mountains
and open space. need to hide from
oppressing city streets and run: from
confining digital spaces, email,
internet, and every damn screen.
so that I can remember life is not a race.
remember that it’s creational chaos; faith in growth.
it’s reimagined space where there is as much death
as there is life. I need air. open space. need to breathe;
hear the whisper of wind through dense forests.
I need trees. I need breath. I need my open world.