Treehouse

A Poem

Lift me up off of this land off of this bland sand that we walk on every day, ruminating about what to say about a society off the rails and stamped from the beginning, but that’s the problem It’s not about what we say anymore, it’s about what we do and who we stand next to and how we support and what is really inside of our collective heart and even with all that said, some days I want to go up, away from the messiness into a treehouse

Lifted into nature, amongst the branches that intertwine with each other in harmony and breathe together as a form of life I just want to watch and be still and observe and listen to what life is like when there is no sound other than a bird or a breeze or a rustle or an animal Just anything other than the news or the ringing of every day’s giant bell so loud that it drowns out the sounds that live gently inside our own heads and we are left wondering how it is that we got to this place in our lives where everything is ungrounded and that’s why I want to lift off of it and into a treehouse

Climb the stairs, feel the uplift as I leave the ground and take flight only to pause, because this is a short trip Open the door, close the door and leave the world on the other side while I sit, cross-legged on the floor Windows wide open, mind clear, breaths deep, heart strong, life good I do not reach for my phone I do not long for home I keep sitting, in silence, until I become the silence and in the silence I become myself again

© Jonathan Greene 2020

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