Something happened when we fled to the cities 
piling into skyscrapers 
plugged into screens 
ushered asleep by the staccato street sounds 
bathed in the blue light ambiance 
we fell into a collective slumber 

something, again, happens when we return 
a wildflower revivial brought back to awareness
by the buzz of honey bees

somehow I can hear God again 
when at the top of a grassy mountain bald 
like promixity to the sky boosts the signal 

I simply needed a creek comunion 
and a golden pollen baptism 
to be lured back to life by nature’s catechism 
a sacred scripture 
of earthen sounds, smells, and sensations 
that seep in and settle in your bones 
home again