after earth-ish

i turn the tv off
put my phone on vibrate
get bucket nekked
eat a kale salad with pumpkin seeds
lay on the floor
daydream of the grass and sand
touched by human’s feet
but not it’s ambition
not for a lack of balance
i don’t channel silence
to combat an excess of noise and movement
not the rhythm and vibrado of life
i just miss the way it used to be
how pure the oceans were
before we made them highways
how true the air would breathe
until we priced it
how rich the crust of earth was
when it was enough
the way things used to be