Poetry
The Meadow
Are we too far gone?
I cast my hands into the water
And hope something grabs me back
The icy flow tugs at my fingers
Until the numbness starts to track
If I lay here will it clean me?
Will I wake up and be anew?
Have these rocks and fish been here forever,
Or are they simply passing through?
Would I be dirtier or purer,
Should I return into the wild?
Does where we came from still want us back?
Or does the dirt prefer us exiled?
I'll lay here in the meadow
And hope that I can somehow repay
The life, the love, the days and nights
We took but never gave
I'll stare up at the heavens
And hope it means anything at all
As diamond stars and velvet skies
Look back on me appalled
Would mother nature still welcome us home the way our human families do? I wrote this thinking of a happier simpler life away from the buzz of cars, the internet and technology. Perhaps we’ve come too far to go back, and what would nature think of us now? Happy reading.
Here’s one of my other poems featured in Blue Insights — https://medium.com/blueinsight/storm-calmer-cd08bf9ff0b1
