It becomes
hard to hear yourself
above the constant hum.
Brain wavelengths,
static of a distant drum
beathing an infectious tune
into the spaces
where we used to commune
with the natural.
An interference world
becomes a barrier to our calling.
Just video of trees,
muted to ignore the falling.
Step onto the ground
where the things that grow
whisper in languages
that would persuade you.
Pop in your wireless earbuds,
and let that sweet
signal
invade you.
For beauty
and for majesty,
but we cry out for amnesty.
Nature is only gravity,
and near field communication.
Deny our design
from the grocery store line.
Plastic is bad,
but paper is fine.
We’re out of our fucking minds.
Know the power of the river.
Know the authority
of the endless sky.
Put down the phone,
disconnect
and hear the world’s
delight
at the connection.
A conversation
with creation
and all of this.
Get off the concrete
and listen
to what’s really going on
in this place.
It’s time to escape.
Log yourself off the chain.
Get clear.
DJR – 2022
