Devolve

Find your blade within the grass

I am so weary of them all, their worries, their pains

their pitiful threats and obliged kindnesses.

I am weary in my soul and wish to sleep.

I will go to the forest and look for my tree

I will crawl into the earth beneath it and embrace its roots.

 

I will  hear the rains hit the soil and down to my skin.

I will sleep deeper as the earth fills my eyes, my nose, and my mouth.

I will become indistinguishable from the tree above me.

I will become the forest floor and the earth.

 

I will  feel its pain, its sting, jab and saw, tooth and nail

And this will show the little pain I have endured.

I will then know what it is to be tired and weary.

 

Then when I have as little energy as the earth that surrounds me,

I will rise and once again embrace my humanity.

I will see you all for what you are.

I will see how little the problems are that plague this electrical world.

I will love and live and love again

Then my lover will see the Earth return to my eyes

and they will know I am leaving

 

I will return to the forest and stand as my tree kind do.

I will stretch and reach toward the nourishing sun,

awaiting the next weary man to come and lay at my feet.