My inner landscape is a mystery
A blank field with some flowers and puffy clouds
and an unseen underbelly of poisonous roots.
I don’t like to hang out here
and try to unearth what’s beneath the surface
when the house finches are building a nest
when the bunnies are nesting in the neighbor’s yard
when the grackles are strutting and matin…
My inner landscape is a mystery
A blank field with some flowers and puffy clouds
and an unseen underbelly of poisonous roots.
I don’t like to hang out here
and try to unearth what’s beneath the surface
when the house finches are building a nest
when the bunnies are nesting in the neighbor’s yard
when the grackles are strutting and mating
when the dogwoods are in bloom.
Leave me alone
and let me exist outside of my head!
Why must I be a human,
and not an oyster mushroom?
Lol! Love it!
Thank you! 😊
Thank you! I LOVE that book— she really helped me look at the world in a new way!