Being Small

nature is the greatest anti-depressant

I climbed inside of the hill instead of climbing over it

I took root there

and now spend the minutes with my face to the sky

reveling in the simplicity of my dirt sitting room

and birdsong and breezes

I don't wait or want

the rain just comes

Reviews

[Anaisa]

This brought tears to my eyes. This is like being dead. Not being, not existing.