(escapril, day 5: back to nature)

I go into the backyard to remind myself that the world is not ending.

How could I want to die, seeing such eager life?

Blossoms opening up to the sun,

Trees stretching for her warmth,

Microorganisms squirming and fighting in the ground,

Nature’s striving down to the very molecule.

The loam sits heavy between my fingers, filling them with moist warm filth.

Dirt might be a tragedy but

Not outside, not after the rain.

I sit here with the cooling earth in my hands and I let it all be.