Brought Down to the Earth

I find myself

Brought down to the earth, I return to my birth come to nothing, foundered and yet before my chastening, I would flicker as a Narcissus from nectar to nectar, seeking again and again my God’s ambrosia unhinged

Brought down to the earth, I find my roots nested deep in the mycelium maze strain to disentangle myself, alone in the finality of dust, I scream and yet it seems my God’s unfazed

Brought down to the earth, I accept my work my solitude, abandoning flight, at last for the comfort of clay and wildflowers for the certainty of decay, no longer aloft

Brought down to the earth, we writhe through the macrocosm, no direction, no God, sheen and shadow determine our plans to sustain and to survive our only purpose these days

Brought down to the earth, we seek God in piles of dirt, which from our station remind us of mountains it seems collapse is our calling so sprawled out over the humus we become human

Brought down to the earth, we pull our nourishment out of the dust that’ll swallow us someday without remorse, as we are, but bodies merged into one substratum for the coming generations

Brought down to the earth, I cleave to my beloved closer than I ever held the clouds cocooned together, hanging by a thread with our silken chrysalis camouflaged by the forest’s haze. We do not hatch

Brought down to the earth, I am not myself if not for her, for without her what would I be? Reaching, reaching, and then alone, forced to succumb to the facts of fallout

Brought down to the earth, the difference between spirit and substance becomes irrelevant mere meanderings of the mind, as now we are asked to face our ruin

Brought down to the earth, by the floods, the flames, the wars I wish I were still captive among the stars and chained to the moon I yearn for my heart in Venus’ roseate cloud