I am tired
of this world
I’m tired of violence
rabid intolerance
greed rewarded
trodden humans
hidden, outright thwarted
young lives mangled, ended
weapons preferred to soft human flesh
I’m tired of being told what to think
how to think
why I’m wrong
every time I speak
I’m tired of politics. period.
I’m tired of extremes in memes
pointless contextless debate
distant argument and hate
short attention spans…
I’m going to clean this house
release the mouse
let go some old friends too
and start again with you…
I’m choosing artists and their art
kids helping parents re-find heart
I’m choosing nature walks
poets gathering in old schoolhouses
caregivers helping one another out
I’m choosing animals
trees and perennials
bird migration routes
helping sisters out
solidarity
with butterflies and bees
quirky humans laughing
stretch selves, without crushing us
I’ve been thrown beneath my final bus
by these hands that forgot how to trust
I’m choosing garden plots
homemade neighbor gifts
shared with refugees
who feel like home to me
I’m choosing books
that bend my mind
and those who let me play with it
I’m cleaning out my house
giving most away
loving those I’m with
helping exactly how I am
I’m filling all my time
showing up as gift
for those who need me as me
more deeply curious
And when I find myself
among the curious
among kind silly weird
among the generous
the unpredictable
the humbled, awed, and wow’d
the come and play with mes
the sit and stay a spells
Why don’t you rest with me?
then I will recognize
the home I’m longing for
is the space we’re sitting in
right now
we will find ourselves
at play on solid ground
soaring with dragon friends
among the clouds we make
at home
right here on earth
well rested