how is it
i ask the earth
feet buried in mud, as my soul
stretches out of my body
further
further
drawn to the thick canopy of green
the dark brown dirt
toweling off after a late afternoon rain
the cardinal in his red coat
how is it to be fully alive
vibrating with the planet
asking questions without expectation of answers
accepting answers without heaps of questions
to be simple
diving into time without a wristwatch
mouth open only to sing
