Scare the slow down
And exhale
Let the flakes settle to the bottom of the snow globe
That is your new habitat.
Take your full-throttle, lean-in, game-on overdriven break-neckery and
Flat out forget it.
Breathe in:
How quiet it is
How clean:
When the slate gets a wipe and we notice
the rhythm that runs through everything
Like a quiet, riverine metronome.
It is
as keen and as certain
As a heartbeat.
How noisy is the dawn chorus, audible now
that the foot’s off the goddess’ throat.
What a humble thing it is to be
Just another creature – just another compostable – just another naked lonely soul
Aping God.
How silly all that runaround, all that jostling for position when, really
a herd’s a herd and we are
Forever sandwiched smack in the middle.
How trifling: All that longing to belong
When every atom, every cell is made perfectly
and
knows how to make,
perfectly.
O dethroned ego, you look funny
In the mud
Pulling handfuls of skunk cabbage and giving them important names like
Symplocarpus foetidis.
Trying to outwit death, clinging to life instead of
Luxuriating in it
Going through the motions of meaning when all we had to do
Ever
Was just
breathe.