Our Sacred Land


If I could wade
into the grass,
waist deep in
an ocean of green,
If I could talk to
the ants and grasshoppers
building their symmetries
and harmonies there,
Or maybe it’s enough
just to watch,
or close my eyes
and feel my way there,
And learn just when
the buds will rise,
from our sacred land,
most vivid side up.
And maybe in time,
I’ll stop feeling
An urgent need to be
everywhere at once. – TS